Get all 29 James Jefferys releases available on Bandcamp.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Lifetime for the Shy, So Now He Hides, Songs For People Who Keep Their Heads Down, Or a Hollywood Movie, All Is Worry, Now I Can See Exactly Where the Sea Begins, Gone is Trouble, Stand Outside Your House, Face the Street and Shout, and 21 more.
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Jimmy Biggs - Bellicose Prole
The man dressed in the golden clothes
Impressed, swims in olden shoals –
Stabs his flag into coiled soil
And brags of slags he’s royally spoiled.
You should only ever rob someone
If you’re sure it’ll be the
End of all of all your problems
Whiten the mess of his porcine features
Frighten the rest – it’s the swine that bleaches, but
Mightn’t confess that it’s time that teaches that
Biting the best won’t provide those riches
Be bellicose, prole
Bring diamonds, coals
To me
Be bellicose, prole
Bring diamonds, coals
To me
You should only ever rob someone
If you’re sure it’ll be the
End of all of all your problems
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Jimmy Biggs - Right Across It
This sort of scupper shouts for a note -
A report to rupture those rats on parole
But brought out in cups; spat from the moats –
And the water’s up, but I’ve got a boat.
Because the water’s aflame
The big honour came,
Same as the day that we first spoke its name
And here in the sewer
We cloy for the cure
His name’s not the same. It’s never been truer.
Says the man with the frown- “no tact nor fun in
Whether Stetson or crown, the fact is it plunges
Into the depths of the town, fat from its munches.
Never look down, nor back to that dungeon.”
Because the water’s aflame
The big honour came,
Same as the day that we first spoke its name
And here in the sewer
We cloy for the cure
His name’s not the same. It’s never been truer.
I thought of my fold
It’s not a complete loss, it’s
(Just alright)
The water’s so cold
You can walk right across it
Because the water’s aflame
The big honour came,
Same as the day that we first spoke its name
And here in the sewer
We cloy for the cure
His name’s not the same. It’s never been truer.
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Jimmy Biggs - Cruciate Kisses
Sing in turns
Binge on burns
Bring the myrrh
Thing this won’t stir
Stir crazy longing
Her face in song is
The place, the plot, it’s
The praise, the wronging
Absolution is bliss
The cutest of misses
Cruciate kisses
Boring girls
Spoiling the world
But with more to tell
Yours is the swirl
Swirly all the way round
Pearl as yet unfound
Curling corners of mouths
The girl in the ground
Absolution is bliss
The cutest of misses
Cruciate kisses
You’re the algae on the rock
To be never washed off
Cleaned with pumice or cloth
Pumice or cloth
I won’t sit here
To be sawn in half
A conjuror’s codpiece
To impress his staff
It’s pumice and cloth
In the beautiful bath
I’m here to make clear
Your rapturous laugh
Absolution is bliss
The cutest of misses
Cruciate kisses
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Memsahib, Certainly
04:14
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Jimmy Biggs - Memsahib, Certainly
To be wet from the waves is brilliant, I bet
Archangels and strangers started circling my crib
And ignoring the warnings, tore California into my sores
I startled and gasped as I felt my clutch clasp.
Won’t let no memsahib
Not tell me what to do.
Even if it kills me to see
Jesus swimming with his pupils and me
And not you
Met by a depraved Cyrillic alphabet
I blamed all who’d arranged this heckling to rid
Me of my moorings – a fawn born unto corn –
And departed at dusk with much of my past.
Won’t let no memsahib
Not tell me what to do.
Even if it kills me to see
Jesus swimming with his pupils and me
And not you
All set to be saved, and killing that crest,
Tangled, deranged, a mess, retching, just a kid –
I saw my Lord, all hoary and bored
Say “Martyr, you husk – your luck will not last.”
Won’t let no memsahib
Not tell me what to do.
Even if it kills me to see
Jesus swimming with his pupils and me
And not you
I felt all these favours filling to threats –
When saying and conveying aren’t echoing what you did
And the cords of your laws are shorn and scored
The whole task was a mask, tucked in like a farce.
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Delta Fabliau
03:31
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Jimmy Biggs - Delta Fabliau
What patching brings is my dorsal fin
Distracts me clean from this course of sin
The tract so giving to force to thin
To scratch a living off morsels been
Relied.
I relied on you, but you lied again.
The sun’s a beauty, the sun’s so vile
Comes through dutifully, then runs a mile
Will some of these fruits be plums for a while?
The crumbs, put cutely, none too versatile…
Relied.
I relied on you, but you lied again.
Sifting peers ‘cos relationships, they matter
Fifteen years of chasing the glamour
Lifting beers in the cold embrace of the slammer
He was left leaner after
This misdemeanour. Given a subpoena and
Taken to the cleaners.
Thank you for caressing this fabliau from the delta
It brought you effervescing like a tablet of seltzer.
They knew about this. Sad that you melted.
But good for two seconds to know that you felt it.
Relied.
I relied on you, but you lied again.
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Jimmy Biggs - Corner-Backed
Used to be a stand-out person
Until the situation worsened
Curled-up maps and babies crying
The traffic claps to the ends of tying
Corner-backed into a Fighter
Snipe out the guys who’ll make me lighter
This train will take me from here
Used to be a stand-out kid
The sniped ones want to make me skid
Not my town, it’s not my patch
And the Fighters, they know this fact
They couldn’t have a ticket, too…
Just to rob from the human zoo
This train will take me from here
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Yet
05:07
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Jimmy Biggs - Yet
You’ll have to tell the time
And the heart on which that’s set
The Future sieves the lies, enjoying the ride
Just for a word like yet
The wheel is aching round
For those to dice their bets
The splashes like sounds, on the road they are bound
Just for a word like yet
Yes triumphs and scars
Are not all that they get
They throw down their spears, for the meaning’s unclear
Just for a word like yet…
Yes triumphs and scars,
And all empty threats
Curl their fingers to say ‘come out and play’
Just for a word like yet
Just hold your sights on to me
I’ll prove to them and you
That it will never be
Yet never comes at a cost
They raise their glasses, the moment passes
Then it’s forever lost
Yet never comes at a cost
Celebration’s just a station
On a track that you have already crossed
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Zed
02:26
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Jimmy Biggs - Zed
Blasted and plastered, I was shafted, outcasted
The masters outlasted those dastardly bastards
And you said that-
“the true bread
Is not really with these, Zed
But with the pot-bellied pigs, instead”
Waving your willies over the weeping rewinded
Save your silliness for people who want it
You may have mentioned
Your mansions
And yes, I guess and confess
You’re the best, Zed, no less
I find myself resisting a modern
Urge to rely, and rest on my laurels
Zed deals with decisions and celestial bodies
And I never listen; made a mess in the lobby
Limescaled and rusted, she was bouncy and mousey and
The timescale is busted, halcyon coated in calcium
And you said that-
“the true bread
Is not really with these, Zed
But with the pot-bellied pigs, instead”
So it’s all turned to sand
Just as Zed promised it would, because
To be fair to the band,
It always was, it always was
I find myself resisting a modern
Urge to rely, and rest on my laurels
Zed deals with decisions and celestial bodies
And I never listen; made a mess in the lobby
And I never listen; made a mess in the lobby
And I never listen; made a mess in the lobby
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