The Jazz Butcher

Lyrics

Time

My hair’s all wrong. My time ain’t long.
Fishy go to heaven, get along, get along.
I’m having too much fun to get anything done.
Leave me be. I’m not hurting anyone.
I took a long weekend in the psychedelic shack
And when you cross that bridge you ain’t never coming back.
I‘ve got scars and stripes and burns,
I‘ve got the law of diminishing returns.
I‘ve got a one-way ticket to a pit of Council lime
I’ve barely got a minute till I’m in it
But for you I’ve got time.
A little bit of time.
Luminous. Leguminous. Salubrious. Lugubrious.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!
A small boy who just watched his cousin being shot
Is being pushed down a mine coz we’ve got to have the lithium.
Forced labour, privatised jails.
Yeah – and all that that entails.
Tik tok. Never mind. You’re gonna live forever.
Yeah – in a razor wire dormitory,
Working on the long shift, doing what you’re told to,
Doing what you’re told to,
Doing what we used to call time.
(It’s murder.)
Respectable. Bespectacled. Electable. Detestable.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!
I’ve overdone the underside and now I am undone.
There’s no one here to see, though, cos I don’t see anyone.
And if I hadn’t told you that, you never would have known,
Unless I told you secretly when we were all alone.
Things are running slow. Things are running low.
You can have one more but then we gotta go.
One more before the bottle. One more before the mast.
One more shot for Davy Jones, better make it fast.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!

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The Highest in the Land
It's not often that an artist gets to do a Bowie by consciously carving their personal epitaph into the grooves of their final LP. The Highest in the Land is that rarity of an album, and it could not have been made by a more brilliantly poetic and fearlessly sarcastic writer than Pat Fish, also known as The Jazz Butcher.
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Live Stats

1 documented performances (click to explore)
2021 1 (JBC)

Media

1 Recorded Live Performances
2021-11-27 The Dublin Castle - London, England
Credit: Jane B
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