Get all 29 James Jefferys releases available on Bandcamp.
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Intro
01:25
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2. |
Zeus
02:24
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Jimmy Biggs- Zeus
Zeus is so scared
The people don't care for him
(They've moved their attentions to friendlier mentions
Of saviour....)
I'll save ya...
Have to believe that I am the one for you
If you can't rely on anyone besides me
Then you shall face life alone.
There's gods all around, but if you frown
You can't see
Left on your own in a room
(You're on your own in a room)
Zeus is so scared
The people don't care for him
(They've moved their attentions to friendlier mentions
Of saviour....)
I'll save ya...
Have to believe that I am the one for you
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3. |
My Job
04:31
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Jimmy Biggs- My Job
My job made me forget who I was
My job made me forget who I was
Wasted all of my chances
Coming home in a light.
Bastards & Thieves nicked my soul
I’ll be fine
Maybe… maybe… I’ll be fine
Rascals & Cheeks stole me clean
Stole me clean
Maybe… maybe… I’ll be fine.
Nazis & Spivs let me down
Let me down
Maybe… maybe… I’ll be fine
Wasters & I chewed the fat
Chewed the fat
Maybe… maybe… I’ll be fine.
My job made me forget who I was
My job made me forget who I was
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4. |
No Such Thing
03:22
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Jimmy Biggs- No Such Thing
We’ll still have to shit
We’ll still have to piss
Sometimes, sometimes we’ll hit
Sometimes, sometimes we won’t.
We’ll still have the pleasures
We’ll still have our lives
Sometimes, sometimes the horrors
Sometimes we’ll die.
We’ll still have the difference
We’ll still have the plates
Sometimes, sometimes they’re shifting
Sometimes, sometimes there’re mistakes.
We’ll still have the sun
And we’d steal it if we can
Sometimes we overcome.
Summertime’s just our plan.
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5. |
Carte Blanche
03:11
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Jimmy Biggs- Carte Blanche
Good music convalesces
I'm glowing like phosphorus
And feeling better
Forgotten what the problem was
Thrusters pulled (for pulling's sake)
For the sake and love of the launch
The sake of the beautiful sound they make
This is the sound of Carte Blanche
Being down strings like Hell
Like orange peel thread into an open cut
Carte Blanche slyly sidles in...
It's tough, but it's abrupt
(It’s tough, but it's abrupt)
(It’s tough, but it's abrupt)
Being asked for a statement
Inventions like cameras glare
Unregistered living patent
Ask the man with the lion's share
Ask the man with any share
(Who's not been chewed through like a cashew)
His piles high and maiden fair
And adores the thought of others, too...
Being down strings like Hell
Like orange peel thread into an open cut
Carte Blanche slyly sidles in...
It's tough, but it's abrupt
Carte Blanche;
I was chewed through like a nut.
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6. |
Ida
04:41
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Jimmy Biggs- Ida
Ida’s cruelty shows no bounds
She laughs at you with all her friends
Names of men heard in her sounds
Each like a razor, sharing your Hell…
Kill me, kill me… Kill me, Kill me
(We had a home- a proper resting place, now my pillow smells of someone else’s face)
Kill me, Kill me… Kill me, Kill me
(Kill me, girl- well you may as well. You’ve killed just about everything else.)
Silence now in the jungle,
My blood leads a path to her door
Tigers are purring; they’ve won all
The prizes they wanted and more
Cast to the mark of the city,
I was thrown to the mark of the world
My neighbours wouldn’t come near me
While I bore the mark of that girl
(So carry me, and do what I tell)
Kill me, kill me… Kill me, Kill me
(We had a home- a proper resting place, now my pillow smells of someone else’s face)
Kill me, Kill me… Kill me, Kill me
(Kill me, girl- well you may as well. You’ve killed just about everything else.)
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7. |
When I Realised
02:10
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Jimmy Biggs- When I Realised
When I realised that I didn’t care
If they lived or died
Well, that came as quite a shock to me
Not ‘hating’, just capable of operating
With so little malice
And not embarrassed to say so
Acquainting myself with this new Super me
To this day unafraid of what consequence be
What Ho! Through the mist, and just for the sake of it
Here’s the list, Mister, and here’s to not making it.
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8. |
Quadruplets
04:25
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Jimmy Biggs- Quadruplets
A kid of maybe
Four or five
On the way
To the superstore
Stands on the centre
Of the revolving doors
It wants to stay on
For two revolutions
For two revolutions
Kid's mother leaves
Grocery shopping
Kid's still spinning
There's no stopping
Kid decides
(Kid makes a decision)
A good use of time
Than many lives
Than many lives
Piece me, clothed in the light- striving forward like yesterday
Piece me, clothed in the light- striving forward like yesterday
The kid of five settles down
On the centre, centre circle
They toss him food
As his quarter passes
Big and strong
As any would be
After two dumbbells
After two dumbbells
The kid of ten
Cheeks ripped apart
There’s an increase in the G’s
To stop the world
Kid'd have to get off
Not even slightly
What his public required
Of the quadruplets
Of the quadruplets
Of the quadruplets
Of the quadruplets
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9. |
Necrotizing Fasciitis
03:21
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Jimmy Biggs- Necrotizing Fasciitis
The cougars entwined
Like sugars, refined
And hair like a barrage of bombs
And such was their timing,
It beggared defining
Who was under and who was upon
A blitz of detritus,
Necrotizing Fasciitis
Under, and who was upon
The losers, confined
Like boozers on wine
Most proud of their showers of fizz
Shy of the girls,
And eye on the world
Afraid there'll be something they'll miss
Flesh-eating blighters,
Necrotizing Fasciitis
Afraid there'll be something they'll miss.
Ignores the valleys and floodlights the alleys,
The sun's got better to do
Those rare grapes in Malta will wither and falter,
The sun's got better to do
It's saved for abysses and Hell-damned Parishes,
The sun's got better to do
Those rare grapes in Malta will wither and falter,
The sun's got better to do
They're so scared there'll be someone to kiss...
They're so scared there'll be someone to kiss...
The physics consigned
To make up the time
And add it to the end of our lot
Is never quite touching-
Just big-number crunching
Add it to the end of our lot
Belt-buckle tightens,
Necrotizing Fasciitis
Add it to the end of our lot.
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10. |
Daft & Careless
05:30
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Jimmy Biggs- Daft & Careless
It’s all in one drop
It’s quiet and it’s rusty at the top
Careless and daft
They take all the pain
Sometimes so much that I don’t even know about it
Careless and daft
It was a daft and careless thing to do,
Leaving my home on the safest day
Spoons in every drawer – feed on every surface
I surfaced in the park and this happened.
Six children sat around a raven, how
(I’ve shied too long from the customs of young)
Blood with a natural tolerance to gin
I opened my mind and this came in.
My dreams aren’t gonna seem real to you
My dreams aren’t gonna seem real to you
It’s just me who screams and feels… that’s real
My dreams aren’t gonna seem real to you
It was a daft and careless thing to do
This place not quite how I remembered it
My machete now blunt and tossed downstream,
I waded through the tar that poured from my ears
“Swim through the sky” suggested swans and shrimps
Legs dangling through soil and up into
Moss, bracken bear traps and bodies now breathing
I opened my mind and this came in.
My dreams aren’t gonna seem real to you
My dreams aren’t gonna seem real to you
It’s just me who screams and feels… that’s real
My dreams aren’t gonna seem real to you
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11. |
Outro
02:40
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Jimmy Biggs- Outro
I never did gatecrash paradise but there’s still time
A colourless front slipped through my fingers twice
But it’s not mine
I don’t see demons
Succubae leave me be
Their swords stay sheathed and
I don’t have what they want
Maybe they’re dancing for me?
Maybe I’m just ignorant?
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