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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


Stutter (1986)
1986
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An earwig crawled into my ear
Made a meal of the wax and hairs
Phoned friends, had an insect party
But all I could hear was the bass drum drum
All I could hear was the bass drum drum

Now if you put your ear close you'll be able to hear
Not the sea shore noise of the shore sea shell
The clatter of plates
And the bronze of the bell
Going ding dong, ding dong, ding dong dong

Going out of my mind as they hollow my head
I'm floating in the air, but my body's in bed
The more they eat, the more I see
What is not, but just could be
You can hear them laughing in my head
You can hear them laughing in my head
Ha ha ha ha ha

Now they've eaten my memory, I can't recall
How the world used to be before
So a vision is the same as what is real
Depends upon the lighting, and how I feel
Ding dong, drum drum, ha ha ha ha ha

And then the music stopped
The musician went away
They'd eaten all my brain
The red and the gray

They all stack at home
Dug a tongue through my nose
Where my brain used to be
Now there's only a hole

. . .


Which scarecrow has the power of voice
It will stab you in the thigh
And when she wails
It twists your insides
Wise scarecrow
Which scarecrow
Which scarecrow

A pitch for which he has been searching
Holds the key to the dream she’s been dreaming
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on
She is coming on strong
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on, coming on
Coming on strong

Droll,
Try to mix her ego with her soul
Never mix the ego with her soul
I always twist my ego with my soul

Which scarecrow
Wise scarecrow
Which scarecrow

And ‘cause you was her inspiration
Got a plan that can shatter a nation
She is coming on, coming on, coming on
She is coming on strong
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on, coming on
Coming on strong
She is coming on strong
She is coming on strong
She is coming on strong

When your sun strikes me my walls fall down
And I can sit down in you perfect light and sound

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There are so many colourful rays
How are you going to choose one
Bright lights look all right from here
But seduction has to be wrong

(refrain)
So many ways

I don't know which path you're taking, if it's bent or straight
All I know is I've found something that will take me home again

So many ways

If you keep your wits about you, search with an open heart
You'll be sure to find your answers, penetrate the scream in the

So many ways

Lost and if you are looking for foot's path
Floating free in space
There are all these lights coming out the dark
Do they lead to the same place

So many ways

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An emotional charge like an electrical spark
But the fuses are two, you can't tell them apart
When the bodies collide, the bodies emerge back into one
The only urge all change in paths

But you can't help the and nothing stays still
The tiger moves on when its taken its fill
But you cling to the part like a shark to its prey
When the part doesn't last there's pain, but no one to blame
Who's to blame

Fail to achieve a basis for collaboration

But you cling to the part like a shark to its prey
The preacher looked out on my doing today
And he said, "Oh, this looks curly to me."

Johnny Yen

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!

. . .


Down the chute and out the door
I know that I've been here before
The blinding lights, the long white coat
Cut the cord before I choke

Oh, please sir, handle me gently
I've got nothing to protect me
This man in a mask stabbed me in the back
No sooner alive than I'm being attacked
If this is the planet Earth
Oh please, mom, take me back in your sack

My keepers aren't too bad this time
The man's quiet, the woman's crying
When I arrive, what's hers is mine
I take and take it all the time

Oh please sir, do not tempt me
Those sweet things, they just destroy me

I always want more than I can get
My belly's full, but I'm not done yet
Need something to kill
The world is

It's true, it's true, it's true
You taught us how to be the same as you
If only you really knew
We wouldn't do what you do
It's true

As you poison the Earth you poison our lives
This isn't living, but another disguise
Go looking for truth
As all of this is built on lies and lies

Hey, now you've found me
Everything's so clear

With your arms around and your song in my heart
There's simply nothing I can fear
He'll inside, put through my head
Replacing my eyes

Please don't let me hide cut through my head
Replacing my eyes

Really Hard

To be loving when the knives are out
Takes much courage and a mind without doubt
I'm just some robot, wind up the clockwork jerk
Trying to impress is the nature of my work

And it's so hard to remain open
If it's true, it can't be spoken

Really hard
Really hard

Rhetoriticians think they're running this show
Words as power is all they'll ever know
I'm just some reflex, when struck, the knee will jerk
Trying to impress is the nature of our work

And it's so hard to remain open
If you bend, you won't get broken

Really hard
Really hard

Wake up from this dreaming state
A long scream out, it's not too late
I am dying to begin
I am dying to begin again

Really hard
Really hard

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Pleasures of the night
Seaman's delight

Holler

(refrain)
Pleasures of the night
What a sight
Oh no, the organ plays by itself
It doesn't need the grinder's help and the monkey
And the monkey stow away to sea
Back to his wife and a nest in the trees

Billy's brother plays bass in a band called Man
He fancies himself as a traveling ham
Strutting and fretting them into fame
In a torn t-shirt he'll carve his name

Holler

(refrain)
Looking for adventure and some mystery
He doesn't need the grinder and he doesn't want me

Stripped off his suit
So let the poor beast be
Oh, let the poor beast be

The man said, "Ho ho wee, this is too hot for me!"
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night
He said, "Ho wee this is too hot to see."
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night

. . .


Why so close
Big boys in black hats
Cowboys with white guns
White guns shoot blue white
Blue white baptism
No buffaloes
No Indians
No more buffaloes

Red sky is falling
Blue blood no stalling
White heat will strip you
No time to run far

Ivan’s got a wall of lead ‘round his house
Nobody can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts

Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why... so close
So close

Wayne’s got a wall that’s much more subtle
Wore headphones since he was born
Watches Ivan through dark glasses
Hands on his gun waiting for the storm

One false move and we all fall down
No futile games, no such fun
Here’s your ticket to our party
That’s what you get for playing with a gun

Six-guns so close
So close

Ivan’s got a wall of lead ‘round his house
Nobody can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts

Wayne’s got a wall that’s much more subtle
Wore headphones since he was born
Watches Ivan through dark glasses
Hands on his gun waiting for the storm

Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why...

Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey

. . .


Withdrawn, muscles all tense
Nothing flows for the self-obsessed
Feel all washed up

Restless, can't sit still
A mental state, or a physical ill
Toxic, bones all cracked
Step on a bus, get a panic attack

you took me so high
Now getting out of bed is enough to make me cry
Saps all my energy
That's how it used to be
You came just in time

Feel all washed up
Need a wash up
Need a wash

Restless, muscles all ache
So tense, watch me shiver as you shake
Not a dance but a scream by the body at the stake
Pierces my heart, something's gonna break

Amazed when you cannot deny
Going out of bed is enough to make you cry
That's how it used to be before you came by

Screwed up at school
Hate bad food
Too many T.V. views live in you

Feel all washed up

Much to take, I'm overcome
So wash me up with a loving song

. . .


I've been digging this grave, but now that it's made
I see that black is one hell of a colour
Want to break out so I start to shout
But the mortician's returned to his parlour

Black hole

Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music's so loud
That I can't concentrate on my sorrow
Let down my hair and find something to wear
And then dance myself into tomorrow

Black hole

I'm in a hole here and all I can see
Are these grey walls that are closing in on me
Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm
Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm

Oh why, why deep holes
Oh I love my holes
Black hole

If the weather would change these clouds might blow away
And my body'd be wrapped up in sunshine
I want out of this wind that is wearing me thin
Blasting my flesh to the marrow

Why dig holes
Why deep holes
Black hole

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