Philip Jeays cassette tape 1996

by Philip Jeays

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    Though I had attempted half-arsed solo home recordings prior to this, this is the first time we went into a proper studio as a band, in 1996.
    Recorded as live (no overdubs).
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1.
Madame 03:12
They say the finest things in life Are for the rich and well to do But still poor as I am I take one look at Madame And I know it isn't true For all she sees in painting Is the daubs of losers at a loss For her artistic compulsion Stops at two coats of emulsion And the skirting board in gloss And me I do the cleaning Around her priceless art but still When I talk of Picasso She talks of Dulux vinyl But she loves days spent in galleries To recharge her artistic batteries As she brays her mindless flatteries Over Renoirs and Modiglianis And when she says oh how I love the Dutch I say Madame these are not the Dutch as such But more south and west of the continent She says I know that's what I meant They say the finest things in life Are for the rich and well to do But still poor as I am I take one look at Madame And I know it isn't true For all she sees in music Is to be seen where it's at With her gaudy decoration And Gaultier's latest creation She looks like a trifle in a hat And me I do the cooking Italiano pleases her But when I talk of Puccini She talks of Lloyd Webber But she loves nights at the opera It must be good for her insomnia As she snores through Kiri Te Kanawa As she soars through La Cenerentola And when she says oh how I love Verdi I say Madame this is more Rossini Although Verdi was also an Italian gent She says I know that's what I meant They say the finest things in life Are for the rich and well to do But still poor as I am I take one look at Madame And I know it isn't true For all she sees in romance Is a swelling bank account For she has in her possession Photos of an indiscretion Between a Count and his mount And me I do the washing All her fine and lacy things But when I talk of the Romantics She talks of Jackie Collins But she spends hours in contemplation Of the beauty of her reflection But me I've found the explanation Her eyes and brain have no connection And when she says oh how I'm beautiful I say Madame you are more neanderthal Too rich too stupid and too arrogant She says I know that's what I meant © Philip Jeays 1993
2.
Olivier 05:39
Olivier A wicked wind strikes up across the day Over sodden fields that fade away Into the grey of the dawn Olivier It's been pissing down since break of day Spinning coins across the alleyway Olivier And everything looks a little grey today We don't care We stand out in the rain We don't care We are strange We are from the north Olivier Open your eyes it could be wonderful Open your eyes it will be wonderful Just to see the falling rain Once again Olivier So where the hell are you today I've been waiting here since break of day Olivier And everything looks a little grey today We don't care We stand out in the rain We don't care We are strange We are from the north Olivier Open your eyes it could be wonderful Open your eyes it will be wonderful Just to see the falling rain Once again Olivier Open your eyes it could be wonderful Open your eyes it will be wonderful Just to see the falling rain Once again Olivier I know you won't be here today I know that you died yesterday So Olivier Let the thunder be your drums today Let the wind and rain take you away Death will keep you dry So will I Goodbye Olivier © Philip Jeays 1996
3.
Mother drinks and mother smokes She's been killing herself for years Laughing at their awful jokes Now when she laughs you can hear the tears Ha ha ha.... Grandad shelters on the floor Playing with his sticky buns Come in but don't slam the door Grandad can still hear the guns Ha ha ha.... The au pair is a foreign girl Whose hair is blonde and eyes are blue Father likes to make her laugh But she doesn't laugh like me and you Ha ha ha... But the only one who really laughs Is the leader of the band See him waiting in the wings With the sickle and the sand He laughs all the way From Moscow to the Rio Grande The Rio Grande He watches as your bones grow brittle He watches as little by little Your mouths grow thick with spittle To spit on a few simple dreams of your children He watches as you grow old He watches as the years unfold He watches from the hall He laughs at us all Ha ha ha... My uncle is a military man Who holds a gun and rides a horse He likes to be miserable when he can But if he laughs he laughs in morse Ha ha ha... My sister's nearly seventeen She's much too old to think of fun She's practising to be a wife So she's cut her laughs down to one Ha My Auntie starved her son to death To better drive his demons out She locked him underneath the stairs Saying when he's cleansed God will let him out Ha ha ha... My brother spent six months in jail That he might better find a job He went in for a parking fine He came out driving for the mob Ha ha ha... But the only one who really laughs Is the leader of the band See him waiting in the wings With the sickle and the sand He laughs all the way From Moscow to the Rio Grande The Rio Grande He watches as your bones grow brittle He watches as little by little Your mouths grow thick with spittle To spit on a few simple dreams of your children He watches as you grow old He watches as the years unfold He watches from the hall He laughs at us all Ha ha ha... © Philip Jeays 1989
4.
Here comes the groom With his youth in full bloom Going over the top And though people see Distant artillery No-one dares say stop And in the vestry Drinking whisky Cupid's feeling odd For love should dress In happiness Not in the ties of God Now Cupid is a drunkard And it doesn't help his aim When it comes to my lovers But I know he's not to blame For is it any wonder When he sees the care men take That Cupid is a drunkard And women have to fake Now here comes the bride All fat and wide Just like the old song says She's armed to the teeth With a ring and a wreath And a bullet that says yes And in the vestry Drinking whisky Cupid feels his age For love should be Wild and free Not wedlocked in a cage Now Cupid is a drunkard And it doesn't help his aim When it comes to my lovers But I know he's not to blame For is it any wonder When he sees how women cheat That Cupid is a drunkard And men kerb crawl the streets Now here comes the vicar Bleating love is forever With a smile ten tablets wide And if he's contented It's because he's invented His own bit on the side And in the vestry Drinking whisky Cupid's feeling sick For lasting love Is hard enough Without religion's stick Now Cupid is a drunkard And it doesn't help his aim When it comes to my lovers But I know he's not to blame For is it any wonder When he sees love certified That Cupid is a drunkard And his arrows so often fly wide. © Philip Jeays 1992
5.
I remember the taste of that silver spoon That fed me and clothed me and kept me from harm The fingers that wrapped me so tender and warm In blankets of kindness lest I should fall My days began in the light of the dawn In the vastness of stillness that hung in the hall When the sun's first rays seeped soft over all To colour the gardens and silence the moon I was only this high and so proud of my years I counted my age in quarters and halves I counted the cares of the world on one hand And counted my own in the tinsel of dreams I was only this high when the tide first came in On the castles I'd built on the edge of the sand When the sea first decayed the walls that I'd made And murmured the truths of days yet unseen And of years in between I lived in a house so white and so high Like a ship that had stopped just short of the sea And I was just a passenger there Waiting impatient for that journey to pass I ran on the Downs with a breeze in my hair And dreamt in the flowers and swam in the grass And splashed in the shouts of the wind through the trees And floated in fields that stared at the sky I was only this high and I wanted to see My oncoming years before they saw me I wanted to have much more than to need To fight like a king and like a soldier to bleed I was only this high and my eyes were so young They looked at the sun and saw rivers of gold They looked at the rain and saw the tears of God And they screwed up and cried when the wind was too cold I was only this high when I first spoke a lie When I played in the woods and watched a summertime die When I learnt how to laugh and was taught not to cry Though I still don't know why And I was only this high when I first saw your face When I first felt my world revolve in the arms Of an eight year old girl when she smiled my name When I knew that my life would never be the same And I was only this high when I first burnt the wings Of my angelic youth on a few simple sins That Jesus forgave every sunday at ten So that by twelve o'clock I could do them again And I was only this high when I first felt the pain Of a love that dissolves like snow in the rain But still that lost love because it was not my own Did not break my heart though it did break my home I was only this high but this high was high enough to see The curtain come down and the years give way To the vagabond life that brings me here today © Philip Jeays 1988
6.
Richenda 04:56
Forgive me Richenda I'm horribly drunk But you are the harbour where my ships have all sunk Your cannons have left me all battered and bruised Though I've give you all of the shots you have used But the day isn't over there's time to forgive me It's only four in the morning but your phone just keeps ringing And I love you Richenda more than anything Though you smile like Brutus at Caeser in spring Come over Richenda there's some old friends to see There's my packet of Gauloises and Tom Waits and me My Gauloises are smoking and Tom he's playing a tune And we've all been drinking since late afternoon But the day isn't over there's time to forgive me It's only five in the morning but your phone just keeps ringing And I love you Richenda more than anything Though you smile like Brutus at Caeser in spring So it's over Richenda you've cut like a knife But Gemini women been the curse of my life Now I'm drowning the hole where my heart used to be Now it's out on the outside and there's blood on my sleeve But the day isn't over there's time to forgive me It's only half five in the morning but your phone just keeps ringing And I love you Richenda more than anything Though you smile like Brutus at Caeser in spring © Philip Jeays 1994

about

Our first band recording, taped as live in a studio in Windsor I think, engineered by Jon Bidgood.
Just to be clear, these songs can be downloaded but are no longer available on an actual cassette.

Side One:
Madame
Olivier
The Laughing Song

Side Two:
Cupid Is A Drunkard
Only This High
Richenda

credits

released January 1, 1996

Philip Jeays: vocals, guitar
David Harrod: piano
Willian George Q: guitar, bass

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