You don't look like a hero of the Soviet Union to me
You look more like a fish
Come walking down the street and you can tell that everybody agrees
You oughtta be on a dish
You've got your mind made up, like you've got your head in a bush
And to move it around, just hurts too much
And it's no good saying you're in love with the modern world
When those streets are all filled with those impossible
You don't look like the spokesman for a generation to me
I've got a postage stamp here for what you know of Philosophy.
You're like Thomas Hobbes:
He's drawing back the curtain, it's a brand new day
There's rubble on the carpet, 'coz his friends came to stay
I'm over on the carpet, 10 years on other peoples' floors
And you learn a little something
You learn a little something that you can't ignore
And it's no good telling me you're still in love with the modern world
When those streets are all filled with those impossible red-haired
Impossible red, red, red-haired girls
Whip i on, Jim.
Watch that spaceman drive that car
Where he's going ain't too far
And Rebecca wants her bike back
Here it comes
Four CD box set gathering A-sides, the would-be hits along with B-sides, tangential 12-inch tracks (the C-sides), and an excellent session for Los Angeles radio station KCRW from 1989.
Includes over a dozen indie chart hits including ‘Southern Mark Smith’, ‘Girl Go’, ‘The Human Jungle’, ‘16 Years’ plus a host of truly eclectic Butcher tunes from his early Glass recordings through his time at Creation.
( thejazzbutcher.bandcamp.com )