The Jazz Butcher Lyrics Living In A Village


Living In A Village
The lawnmower across the street is driving me insane
The weekend's here, you curse, it's fucking Saturday again.
You watch the play-clothes people drag their doggies down the lane
When you're living in a village

Crooks and con men line the road with houses that they built
The dung's so deep out in the streets you have to walk on stilts
There's nothing after sundown, better drink until you tilt
When you're living in a village

And this is what it sounds like every night...

New York, Paris, Stockholm, Barcelona and Berlin
I don't care just where you dare to tell me you have been
When you're living in a village

The country is nice for pussycats, for, donkeys, cows and sheep
As far as I'm concerned now they can have it all to keep
There isn't even traffic noise to help me get to sleep
When you're living in a village

And you're choking on the bon-fire smoke and sneezing in the hay
The water isn't fit to drink for all the rates you pay
You'd rush right to the city but the bus don't come this way
When you're living in a village

Villify this place and people say you've got no roots
But all I want for Christmas is a pair of walking boots
To get out of this village

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Having ended up on Creation Records, which I took as a bit of a validation, I was keen to get as far away from all those "w" words that had followed my group around. The sessions were chaotic and funny. What disappoints me is that it came out sounding so SMOOTH and tidy. But I like Fishcotheque; I wish there more records as good as it.
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17 documented performances (click to explore)
1988 1 (JBC)
1989 5 (Pat Solo)
2014 6 (JBC)
2015 5 (JBC)
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  • Hello Pat
    moonbleep[at] - Moonbleep
    19Feb2003 1:09 PM (15 years 8 days ago)
    M Burns here Pat. This is my favourite Jazz
    Butcher song. I heard it while I was living in
    Ditchling village near Brighton. There was
    indeed no bus but there was a "village rider"
    twice a day. However, it was usless and
    infuriating because if you took it you couldn't
    get it back to Ditchling, The second one was
    15 minutes later and you actually passed it on
    the way into the epicentre of Burgess Hill. This
    was the most exciting thing to happen to me in
    my time in Mid-Sussex. email me Mr Fish -