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James
James


Background information
Origin Whalley Range, Manchester, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Britpop
Post-punk
New Wave
Years active 1982—2001
Label(s) Decca Music Group
Sanctuary Records
Mercury Records
Sire Records
Fontana Records
Rough Trade Records
Website Website
Members
Tim Booth
Jim Glennie
Larry Gott
Saul Davies
Mark Hunter
David Baynton-Power
Andy Diagram
Former members
Adrian Oxaal
Paul Gilbertson
Gavan Whelan
Michael Kulas



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James Album


Getting Away With It... Live (05/21/2002)
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You’re as tight as a hunter’s trap
Hidden well, what are you concealing
Poker face, carved in stone
Amongst friends, but all alone
Why do you hide

Say something, say something, anything
I’ve shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind

Take a drug to set you free
Strange fruit from a forbidden tree
You’ve got to come down soon
More than a drug is what I need
Need a change of scenery
Need a new life

Say something, say something anything
I’ve shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind

Say something, say something anything
I’ve shown you everything
Give me a sign

I’m open wide, open wondering
Have you swallowed everything
Pay me in kind

. . .


Help come when you need it most
I'm cured by laughter
Mood swings not sure i can cope
My life's in plaster (i'm past her)

May your wide be wide open
May your heart beet strong
May your minds will be broken
By this heart-felt song

These wounds are all self-omposed
Life's no disaster, disaster
All roads lead onto death-row
Who knows what's after

May your wide be wide open
May your heart beet strong
May your minds will be broken
By this heart-felt song

May your mind set you free
May your heart lead you on
May your mind let you be (opend by the wonderful)
May your heart lead you on
May your mind set you free (be open by the wonderful)
May your heart lead you on
May you mind be open by the wonderfull

. . .


There’s a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder
Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in
The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on concrete
On a flat roof, there’s a boy leaning against the wall of rain
Aerial held high, calling come on thunder, come on thunder
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
It’s a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore

The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign
And then he crumples, drops into the gutter, hurt strings, legs twitching
The flood, swells his clothes, and delivers him on, delivers him on

Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes
I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes
I swear I can see your soul

There’s four new colours in the rainbow
An old man’s taking polaroids
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
And I swear I can hear the sea

Sometimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul
(I can reach your soul)
(I can touch your soul)
(I can hear your soul)
Sometimes

. . .


This bed is on fire
With passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she’s on top

My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you’re like a disease without any cure
She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no
Ah, you think you’re so pretty

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women’s clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty

Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You’re driving me crazy, when are you coming home

. . .


What a life
A trick of light
Then everything returns to the sea
You can have whatever you want
But are you disciplined enough to be free

Turning love into a chore
Promises come cheap dear reader
Another page, another door
Follow, follow me

I know what I'm here for
Hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for
Follow, follow me

Moving on
Don't belong
My life turned into a mall
Every line is in the song
Follow me out of the fall

What an actor, what a show
Going through some holy motions
The bands are sharp but the singers slow
Everything must go

I know what I'm here for

Souvenirs, polygraph tests
Photographs fresh from the wreck
What a poster saint he'll make
In one take, one take

I know what I'm here for
Follow, follow me

. . .


You may say I am cynical, but I say man is flawed
He has a vague memory of before some fall
Behaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall
If god is in his image, the almighty must be small

God only knows

Swaggart has been caught with his trousers round his knees
After damning me and you to hell for eternity
Sex and power and money is the prayer of these priests
They bribe their way past heaven's gates and steal a set of keys

God only knows My guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep
While I was fucking celibate, self-righteous in belief
Yesterday he was god, now he is a creep
We fell upon each other starving for relief

God only knows

I damn you all to hell
I speak in the name of god
I know him intimately
I speak in the name of the white haired old man in the clouds
Always a man
Dispensing lightening justice from his fingertips
As self-righteous and bigoted as those who created him
A cruel desert god with absolutely no sense of humor
How do you feel old man?
How do you feel?
Being spoken for by these self-righteous fanatics
Is heaven full, oh lord, of these babbling preachers and
God-fearing biggots
Well I know where I'd rather be
Away from this cacophony
God only knows
God only knows
God only knows

. . .


Someone's got it in for me
I don't want your sympathy
Life just never turned out how I wanted it to

Could have been a shooting star
Should have made it past the bar
Would have been a winner if I'd ever got that far

What a state I'm in
My self pitying
Here's another victim
Singing suffering

If only I had made the grade
Been more loved
Been less afraid
If only I had scored the goal
Got the girl
Or even played

What a state I'm in
My self pitying
Here's another victim
Singing suffering

Fall
Let it fall away
Then rise
To be born again
Then fall
Let it fall away
Then rise
To be born again

My life's turned to minor chords
Loser sad
And life's a bore
Can't see the point of living
In this fashion anymore

What a state I'm in
My self pitying
Here's another victim
Selling suffering

Fall
Let it fall away
Then rise
To be born again
Then fall
Let it fall away
Then rise
To be born again
To be born again
To be born again

. . .


Drifting through the atmosphere
Through the afterglow
Witnessing 1,000 lives I'll blow
Where the wind blows

Falling in between the lines
Never fitting in
Someone tell me what's my crime
Too thin
I'm too thin

Due to come back down Due to come back down
Don't wanna don't wanna land
Due to come back down Due to come back down
Don't wanna don't wanna land
Land

This time I've a staring role
Hide the shape I'm in
I'm too old to sacrafice for gold and skin
For gold and skin
For gold and skin

Drifting through the atmosphere
Floating through this land
Sifting through 1,000 years of sand
All sand

. . .


Oh dear what can the matter be
Princess, dreaming again
Fearful, live life more easily
Darkness, leave her in peace

Always wanting help
Will make you weak
No such place has help
But in your dreams
Climb out of your well

Protect me
Protect me

Angel, what is possessing me
Feeling, making me weak
Falling under your spell again
Wanting, love's out of reach

Climb out of your well
It's not so deep
The price of living life
Is not so steep
No such place has hel

PProtect me
Protect me

Here they come again, here they come again, here they come again

Always wanting help
Will make you weak
The price of loving life
Does not come cheap
Climb out of your well

Protect me
Protect me

. . .


I’m so alone tonight
My bed feels larger than when I was small
Lost in memories, lost in all the sheets and old pillows
So alone tonight, miss you more than I will let you know
Miss the outline of your back, miss you breathing down my neck
All out to get you, once again
They’re all out to get you, once again

Insecure, what ya gonna do
Feel so small, they could step on you
Called you up, answer machine, when the human touch
Is what I need, what I need is you, I need you

Looked in the mirror, I don’t know who I am any more
The face is familiar, but the eyes, the eyes give it all away
They’re all out to get you, once again, they’re all out to get you
Here they come again

Insecure, what ya gonna do
Feel so small, they could step on you
Called you up, answer machine, when the human touch
Is what I need, what I need, is you (What I need)

If you let me breathe, if you let me breathe
They’re all out to get you, once again, they’re all out to get you

. . .


This songs made up, made second rate
Cosmetic music, powderpuff
Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs
Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate
Wasn't mean to be
Built on complacency
The nightmares ride away
When you refuse to play

Oh go and read a book
It's so much more worth while
Being a song-smith crook
Study death in style
Death in style

This language used is all worn out
A walking corpse that won't play dead
Disease dragged on from bed to bed
Pay for your twist, paid for shout
Wasn't meant to be
Built on complacency
Open your eyes and see
That lie is not for we

Raise a rope and a knife
Cut it out - the lie
I don't want to decay
Take the short cut away
Oh go and read a book
It's so much more worthwhile
Being a song-smith crook
Study death in style
Study death in style

Heard you calling through the drumbeat
Answered with sticks and bones
Scream, shout, and dance about the campfire
You can hear the question, can you feel the reply?

Heard you calling through the drumbeat
Heard you calling through the drumbeat
Can you hear the question, feel the reply?
Can you hear the question, feel the reply?
Hymn from a village
The hymn from a village

. . .


Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again

See the jeaned genie on his high-wire act
At the back of his mind lies a suicide pact
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again

See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again

See Houdini and his underwater tricks
You were sitting at the front, hoping his locks would stick
Watch Knievel hit the 17th bus
You got crushed in the souvenir rush
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again

I said poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again
See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you
Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again

Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy

Come on, somebody, finish him off please
Put the poor fool out of his misery, will you
Can't you see he's had enough?
Finish him off, somebody

Next!

. . .


Are you aching for the blade
That's o.k.
Were insured
Are you aching for the grave
That's o.k.
Were insured

Were getting away with it
All messed up
Getting away with it
All messed up
That's the living

Daniel's saving Grace
She's out in deep water
hope he's a good swimmer

Daniel plays his ace
Deep inside his temple
He knows how to surf her

Were getting away with it
All messed up
Getting away with it
All messed up
That's the living

Daniel drinks his weight
Drinks like Richard Burton
Dance like John Travolta, now.

Daniel's saving Grace
He was all but drowning
Now they live like dolphins

Getting away with it
All messed up
Getting away with it
All messed up
That's the living

Getting away with it
Getting away with it
Getting away with it
That's the living
That's the living

. . .


I see you falling
How long to go before you hit the ground
You keep on screaming
Don’t you see me here
Am I a ghost to you

Now your grip’s too strong
Can’t catch love with a net or a gun
Gotta keep faith that your path will change
Gotta keep faith that your luck will change tomorrow
Tomorrow

Why are you phoning
What am I to do when you’re miles away
You’re always calling from the darkest rooms and we’re both scared

Now your grip’s to strong
Can’t catch love with a net or a gun
Gotta keep faith that your path will change
Gotta keep faith that your love will change

Now your grip’s to strong
Can’t catch love with a net or a gun
Gotta keep faith that your path will change
Gotta keep faith that your love will change tomorrow

I’m just out of your range
Tomorrow
All your suffering’s in vain
Tomorrow

Now your grip’s to strong
Can’t catch love with a net or a gun
Gotta keep faith that your path will change
Gotta keep faith that your love will change tomorrow

I got out of your range
Tomorrow
All your suffering seems vain
Change tomorrow
Some forgiveness now
Tomorrow
Love’s no sacred cow

. . .


All this frustration
I can’t meet all my desires
Strange conversation
Self-control has just expired
All an illusion
Only in my head you don’t exist
Who are you fooling
Don’t need a shrink but an exorcist

Show me the movie
Of who you are and where you’re from
Born of frustration
Caught up in the webs you’ve spun
Where’s the confusion
A vision of what life is like
Show me the movie
That doesn’t deal in black and white

Stop stop talking about who’s to blame
When all that counts is how to change

All this frustration
All this frustration
Who put brown owl eyes on the butterfly’s wings
All this frustration
All this frustration
Who gave the leopards spots and taught the birds to sing

Born of frustration
Born of frustration

I’m living in the weirdest dream
Where nothing is the way it seems
Where no one’s who they need to be
Where nothing seems that real to me
How can we build our lives upon
No wall of stone, no solid ground
The world is spinning endlessly
We’re clinging to our own beliefs

Born of frustration
Born of frustration

. . .


Ring The Bells
Ring ring the bells
Wake the town
Everyone is sleeping
Shout at the crowd
Wake them up
This anger’s deeper than sleep

Got to keep awake to what is happening
I can’t see a thing through my ambition,
I no longer feel my God is watching over me
Got to tell the world we’ve all been dreaming
This is not the end, a new beginning
I no longer feel my God is watching over me

Break break the code
Concentrate
Let the doors swing open
See through all your walls
All your floors
Now you’re in deeper than sleep

Got to keep awake to what is happening
I can’t see a thing through my ambition,
I no longer feel my God is watching over me
Got to tell the world we’ve all been dreaming
This is not the end, a new beginning
I no longer feel my God is watching over me

When you let me fall
Grew my own wings
Now I’m as tall as the sky
When you let me drown
Grew gills and fins
Now I’m as deep as the sea
When you let me die
My spirit’s free
There’s nothing challenging me

. . .


The view from here's breathtaking
My visions all surrounding
The humans look like insects
There is only one way down
But it's cold and lonely in this stratosphere
Gliding through the darkness
Where is my craft leading to
Am I damned or blessed?
Don't let go on top of the world
Don't let go on top of the world
Will my good friends desert me
Or will they prove themselves?
Are my demands all greedy
Or are they what I need?
If I will not be faithful
I must accept betrayal
When your turn comes to leave me
Will my free ways have failed?
Don't let go on top of the world
Don't let go on top of the world
I'll meet you inside this hollow world
I'll meet you inside
Hollow world, hollow world
It's a long way down
It's a long way down
And I'm so cold

. . .


Ape your father’s sins, your mother’s mood swings
To perfection
Fall into a spin, shed another skin
Strip away all your protection

Laugh at the wonder of it all
Laugh so loud you break the fall
And you see the gathering clouds
Cry at the sadness of the world
Cry so long you break its cold
And you hear the gathering sounds

Do everything you fear
In this there’s power
Fear is not to be afraid of

Laugh at the wonder of it all
Laugh so loud you break your fall
And you hear the gathering sounds

Come, dip on in
Leave your bones, leave your skin
Leave your past, leave your craft
Leave your suffering heart

. . .


Break my shape - in light I trust
None exist - save space and dust
None exist - just lights in time
Space divides the borderline

Don't exist just lights in time
Space divides the changing line
Space between and space inside
My four walls my shape defines
Space defines

You'd better get over yourself
You gotta get out of the frame
Gotta learn to see yourself
A total stranger
You gotta get out of the frame
Gotta give yourself a brand new name
Gotta learn to see yourself
A total stranger

It's a shock to my system
To wind up back where I have come from
It's a crime in my child's eyes
To find out life is in disguise

You'd better get over yourself
You gotta get out of the frame
Gotta learn to see yourself a total stranger
You gotta get out of the frame
Gotta give yourself a brand new name
Gotta learn to see yourself
A total stranger

It's a shock to my system,
to wind up back,
where I have come from.
It's a crime ,in my child's eyes,
To find out life,
Is in disguise

It's a shock to my system,
To wind up back, where I have come from
It's a crime,
to my child's eyes,
To find lifes' In disguise
Oh no , it's gone
It's gone, nothing to hold me
Oh no , it's gone it's gone
Nothing to hold me

Calling ,calling, calling you to see through me

. . .


whenever she's feeling empty
whenever she's feeling insecure
whenever her face is frozen
unable to fake it anymore

her shadow is always with her
her shadow will always keep her small
so frighten that he wont lover her
she builds up a wall

oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark
oh no, she's nowhere to hide in the dark

She's a star

she's been in disguise forever
she's tried to disguise her stellar views
much brighter than all this static
now she's coming through

oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark
oh no, she's nowhere to hide in the dark

She's a star

Don't tell her to turn down,
Put on your shades if you can't see,
Don't tell her to turn down,
Turn up the flame.
She's a star

it's a long road
it's a great cause
it's a long road
its a good call
you got it,
you got it,

SHE'S A STAR

. . .


It's that time again when I lose my friends
Go walkabout, I've got the bends from pressure
This is a testing time when the choice is mine
Am I a fool for love or foolish with desire
You can throw him out you can spit on him
Call what he does a sin if it makes you feel better

And I can't believe you're all I'll ever need
And I need to feel that you're not holding me
And the way I feel just makes me want to scream
Come home, come home, come home
Come home, come home, come home

After thirty years I've become my fears
I've become the kind of man I always hated
I am pulled apart, and my swollen heart
Has flipped out of the pan into the fire
I am in love insane with a sense of shame
That I threw stones at the condemned and
Now I'm slated

And I don't believe you're all I'll ever need
And I need to feel that you're not holding me
And the way I feel just makes me want to scream
Come home, come home, come home
Come home, come home, come home
Come home, come home, come home

. . .


I’ll sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can’t keep
Inside of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray

Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow

Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy

Now I’m relieved to hear
That you’ve been to some far out places
It’s hard to carry on
When you feel all alone
Now I’ve swung back down again
It’s worse than it was before
If I hadn’t seen such riches
I could live with being poor
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy

Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they’re touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
Love, in fear, in hate, in tears
Love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
Down
Down

Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy

Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Down

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