There's quite a lot of songs out there that don't live
on vinyl.
Mr Nick Dastoor has assembled a vast array of them.
Here you go then. They're lonely so clutch
them to your breast and cherish them. You could send him some
more if you like.
Note: these are a bit out of date now: many subsequently appeared
on releases. Who wants to update the page?
Rhoda
Young girl, she's a simple person
Not as young as she looks
But whoever is in this day and age
In this day and age, yeah
She gives me goosebumps, fits and malaria
Funny feeling like buying whisky in a whisky bar
The things she says
Yeah the the things she says
And on her arm there's freckles and scars
Do you know what they are?
Do you know where they came from?
Wondering, 'cause she wouldn't tell me
No she wouldn't tell me, no
She likes to sing a lot, she likes to play a lot
But it hurts her so she gave it up for medicinal drugs
Now she's really happy
Now she's really happy, yeah
And she is happy with a fag in her lips
And a faggot friend
And a fag in the morning with her Special K
A ray of sunshine
A ray of sunshine, yeah
Well I'm in love with a certain boy
He's a simple person
Not as young as he looks
But whoever is in this day and age
In this day and age, yeah
He gives me goosebumps, fits and malaria
Funny feeling like buying whisky in a whisky bar
The things he says
Yeah the things he says
And on his arms there's freckles and scars
Do you know what they are?
Do you know where they came from?
Wondering, 'cause he wouldn't tell me
No he wouldn't tell me, no
He likes to play a lot, he likes to sing a lot
But it hurts him so he gave it up for medicinal drugs
Now he's really happy
Now he's really happy, yeah
And he is happy with a fag in his lips
And a faggot friend
And a fag in the morning with his Special K
A ray of sunshine
A ray of sunshine, yeah
Yeah he fell to Earth in a rainstorm
I don't care wherever he came from
'Cause the boy's all right by me
Yeah she fell to Earth in a rainstorm
I don't care wherever she came from
'Cause the girl's all right by me, yeah
Well I'm in love with a certain boy
Well I'm in love with a certain girl
Note:
Someone told me 'Rhoda' was recorded some time between 'Tigermilk' and 'If
You're Feeling Sinister', but it sounds earlier to me. Also, the journalist
from The Face (see below) was under the impession it was going to appear on the
'Dog on Wheels' EP, which otherwise consisted of songs recorded by Stuart before
Belle & Sebastian was formed.
From a mini interview by Craig McLean in The Face, April 1997:
"Well," says Stuart Murdoch, "on my back-to-work training scheme, in a
recording studio, instead of learning to use studio equipment or play bass like
him out of Level 42, everyone used to play computer golf all day. And one girl
would try and hit the ball as far out as possible. She said she was trying to
find a wee village. "Rhoda" is kind of about her."
To rewind a bit: Belle & Sebastian are a seven-strong group from Glasgow, led
by the wispily-voiced Murdoch; the "botched capitalism" bit comes from the
endlessly entertaining sleevenotes to their second album, "If You're Feeling
Sinister"; and the song "Rhoda" comes from their imminent EP, "Dog On Wheels".
The Loneliness Of A Middle-Distance Runner
I'll take a second of the day to think about the things that we have done this
year
The dog lies down, the pouring rain, I'm underneath the smokers' railway arch
again
The future's looking colourful
It's the colour of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul
A happy soul will ride in the field
Ride in the field
Ride in the field
'Til the rain dies down.
The railway ticket states the destination but it doesn't mean that we will show
There's a fork upon the line, we'll pay the guard to switch the sign, off we go
The future's looking wonderful
It's the wonder of the businessman's conspiracy to sell you wares, no one cares
Oh, you care I know
You care I know
You care I know
I forgot for a while
(Best guitar break ever)
On a sulky afternoon spent in dispute you'll give yourself a headache, yeah
So I spend the day in stories and in dreaming of the time when we're on stage
Have you seen the loneliness of a middle distance runner,
Whens he stops the race and looks around
I like the stage, I've seen it now (?)
I'll walk to the station
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Won't you follow me?
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Won't you follow me?
Note:
We've had this dangled in front of our noses for far too long. After some live
appearances, several attempts have been made at recording a version which
satisfies the band. One mix was exclusively aired on Radio Scotland's 'Beat
Patrol' show in December 1997. More recently, the band played the song on the
'Apocalypse Tube' TV show, broadcast on Sky One in November 1999 and then
repeated on Channel 4 around New Year (one time with a different take).
It's long been rumoured to be appearing as a single. According to a
Teletext interview in Feb 1999,
'Lord Anthony' and 'Paper Boat' were to have been the other two tracks on a
pre-album single. But that was when the fourth album was scheduled for late
Summer 1999.
The Wrong Girl
I went looking for my darling
I went looking for a sign
And I found her in the morning
Somewhere in the back of my mind
I'm not what I could be
I need a true love
I went looking and I found one
The wrong girl
The wrong kind
The wrong hand to be holding
The wrong eyes to go searching behind
The wrong dream to have in my mind
I went looking for my darling
I went looking for a sign
And I found her in the morning
Somewhere in the back of my mind
I'm not what I could be
I need a true love
I went looking and I found one
The wrong girl
The wrong kind
The wrong hand to be holding
The wrong eyes to go searching behind
The wrong dream to have in my mind
I'm not what I could be
I need some loving
I went looking and I found some
The wrong girl
The wrong kind
The wrong hand to be holding
The wrong eyes to go searching behind
The wrong dream to have in my mind
The wrong girl
Note: This Stevie Jackson number has made regular live appearances since the
1998 tour. Well, as regular as the band have made appearances. It was
originally called 'Wrong Love' and broadcast in March 1998 as a one-off session
on Radio One's Evening Show. It's due to appear on the new album.
Paper Boat
I think it's going to be all right
I think it's going to be just fine
I think it's going to get much better than before
I think we're going to see the sun
I think we're going to have some fun,
I think we're going walk out through the open door
And maybe when we wake up in the morning
Maybe when the darkness starts to fade
Maybe in a paper boat we'll both just float away
Underneath the river trees
Off towards a lazy sea
Underneath the bridge that carries people home
Past the church where Jesus saves
Up and down upon the waves
Sailing off towards adventures of our own
Maybe when we wake up in the morning,
Maybe when the darkness starts to fade
Maybe in a paper boat we'll both just float away
Maybe when we wake up in the morning,
Maybe when the trumpet starts to play
Maybe in a paper boat we'll both just float away
(Trumpety bit)
I think it's going to be good fun.
Note:
'Paper Boat' is a jaunty, 60's tinged Stuart David song. The first we heard of
the song was when Stuart Murdoch wrote to the list in Sept 1998 to apologise for
the Shepherd's Bush cock-ups. He said:
[..] we recorded a song when we got back called Paper Boat that Stuart wrote
and sang! I'm not cursing it by telling you because it's finished, and we all
enjoyed it for once.
After that it made lots of appearance at live shows later in 1998, and also at
Bowlie. It was once pencilled in as a track on the pre-album single (see Notes
to 'Loneliness..', above). Stuart David's now left the band, so I'm not sure
what's going to become of it.
Lord Anthony
Anthony, bullied at school
Get your own back now you are cool
Or are you scared you're bunking off though you're a toff (?)
It's all gone wrong again, you've got Double Maths
But the teacher's got no control
The boys all run riot
"You all stay quiet or you will die"
Tony, the back of the gym
Smoke another one, your chances are slim,
'Cause here they come again
And they got you on the ground
You're tasting blood again
At least it's your own
When will you realise it doesn't pay
To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys
"Shut your mouth, start kicking the football"
Bang on the teeth you are off for a week, boy (?)
You may as well take it in the guts, it could get worse
Just take it in the guts, it could get worse
Just take it in the guts, it could get worse
Just take it in the guts, it could get worse
Oh but hey, you'll soon be old enough to leave them all
And without a notion of a care
You'll leave two fingers in the air
To linger there
Tony, you're a bit of a mess
Melted Tolberone under your dress
But if the kids could see you they would pass you right by
Your blue mascara's running over your eye
Why don't you realise it doesn't pay
To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys
"Shut your mouth, start kicking the football"
Bang on the teeth you were off for a week boy (?)
They call you Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse
Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse
Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse
Lord Anthony but hey, it kind of suits you anyway
You'll soon be old enough to leave them there
Without a notion of a care
You'll leave two fingers in the air
To linger there
Note:
A Stuart Murdoch song that the band played live quite a bit in late 1998, on the
US leg of their tour. List member Ian Thompson claimed the following at the
time:
"I saw Stuart M playing Lord Anthony in the old 13th Note (Glasgow) with
Mick Cooke before B&S were formed (cant remember the exact year or
anything). The Lord Anthony bit was a reference to the label that used to
appear on the jackets made by the company of the same name, the guy in the
song has one of these jackets. If I remember rightly these jackets were
around at the same time as the Parka jacket, but were not as cool, and the
wearers of Lord Anthonys were therefore open to ridicule."
He also said that he'd heard from 'a reliable source' that it was soon going to
be released as a single. We're still waiting.
Winter Wooskie
Who's that girl?
She must be nearly freezing
Who's that girl? I'll bet
All that snow makes it hard so see her
Takes you away to me
And maybe I'm in love
Love love, love love
And maybe that's enough
That stuff, that stuff
Made a film
I made it through the window
Who's that star I cast?
All wrapped up in her winter wardrobe
She hurries by so fast
And maybe I'm in love
Love love, love love
And maybe that's enough
That stuff, that stuff
On summer days when the sun shines
I watch the tape
And through the snow, through the window
I watch her wave to me
Who's that girl?
She must be nearly freezing
Note: Another Stuart David song, in a similar vein to 'Paper Boat'. Due for
release as a B-side to the 'Legal Man' single.
Spoken bit from "I Could Be Dreaming"
From: "Rip Van Winkle" by Washington Irving:
"Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on;
a tart tempter never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edge tool
that grows keener by constant use. For a long while he used to console himself,
when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages,
philosophers, and other idle personages of the village, that held its sessions
on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of
his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, of
a long lazy summer's day, talk listlessly over village gossip, or tell endless
sleepy stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman's money
to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took place, when by chance
an old newspaper fell into their hands, from some passing traveller. How
solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van
Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted
by the most gigantic word in the dictionary..."
Peel Acres 19th July 2001 Lyrics
Nothing In The Silence
Something set me thinking
When I opened up my eyes
That there was nothing there to tell me
I'd been listening to lies
But in silence there is truth
There is beauty, there is love
There is nothing in the silence
To be frightened of
Her retreat in so few words
Is the last thing you'd expect
But there's danger in assuming
That she's being direct
Take a look behind her eyes
And you will see
That she knows nothing of silence
Silence can only come from me
Allow me then a little time
To listen to their voices
It's the glamour and confusion
It's the rattling and the noises
That obscure the truth, the beauty,
And the love,
And the clarity that silence
Is the guardian of
She talks of clarity and silence,
Of beauty and of truth
But such a hurt for evidence
Such a [??] for proof
Take a look behind her eyes
And you will see
That she knows nothing of silence
Silence can only come from me
The Magic Of A Kind Word
When I think of all the sorrow
It is hard to take a breath
People fighting one another
And I feel there’s nothing left
When I feel there’s nothing left...
Hey! Cut me loose, now I’m feeling fine, yeah I’m feeling fine!
Shake worldly blues, now I'm feeling fine, yeah I’m feeling fine!
We're just like traffic in a big town.
You'd better stop you’d better slow down!
And the man I know is sleeping
(no he's gone)
Till those northern spirits send
All the magic of a kind word
(of afar (?))
You will always be a friend
We take comfort in them...
Hey! Cut me loose, now I’m feeling fine, yeah I'm feeling fine!
Shake worldly blues, now I’m feeling fine, yeah I'm feeling fine!
And there's enough to share, to go round
You’d better stop you'd better slow down
instrumental (laa la la la, wooo! Etc..)
And you never see your brother
(he'll cut work)
You'll make him smile so see him someday
(walk and wait)
If we're happier tomorrow
(hope we'll try)
We'll be living for today
We'll be living for today
(My Girl's Got) Miraculous Technique
Oh no, the snow's stopped snowing
Maybe we'll get some bowling and drinking in
And looking at the sky
Pretend that you despise it
Why does your lazy eye rest on his skin
His arm, and his [??] too
CHORUS
Take a look around you
The spring has sent the sound of rain upon your windowsill
So grab your coat and play a song for me
Don't think that I've forgotten
We've grown up, but I know the reason
I want to curl up in your room
That's why we're on the late shift
JP at Maida Vale. I've got my clothes dry-cleaned
To commemorate the day
REPEAT CHORUS
STRINGS AND FLUTE BIT
And now my legs are weak, but if I
Hear my baby speak then I'll start running
She's got miraculous technique
If I could be a song, I would be
Something that would snake into your room
And be with you the whole night long
REPEAT CHORUS
MORE STRINGS AND FLUTE TO END
Shoot The Sexual Athlete
Now I'm in a band people try to make me do things
Kiss arses and pay tribute
But I'm inclined today to do those things anyway
And I don't care who hears it
'Cause I'm a fan of the Go-Betweens
A fan of Robert, and I always have been
But I like Grant, now that I've met him
Because he's charming
Of all the stars, and all the would-be stars
I'd take him home, to my mum and dad
Yeah, he's charming, but he's a trouble-maker too
He amuses me greatly
I like Lindy and I saw Vickers
Pete stole the set list, and the itinerary
He wrote my name down as 'Tour Rent Boy'
It was hard, but so is life
I was making button badges
And I had too much time on my hands
I coloured them by hand
Pere Ubu and the Sugarcubes
Kids came in to watch me
But Pete & Sean just scorned
Just like they scorned Robert
But I secretly loved the big guy
He dressed like Sherlock Holmes
And he fixed us with a quizzative eye
Before singing such romances
That only the sods trampled underfoot by Thatcher
Could appreciate their love
Could appreciate their love
Peel Acres 25th July 2002 Lyrics
You Don't Send Me
Since you went away
Everything is looking great
I'm a little bored
When I see you out maybe walking in the street
You always cross the road
Listen honey there is nothing you can say to offend me
Listen honey there is nothing you can say to offend me anymore
You don't send me anymore
Our little scene is getting smaller by the day
It's a human zoo
But the key is change getting over all your problems, you're not a
fool
Listen honey there is nothing you can say to surprise me
Listen honey there is nothing you can say to offend me
Cause you don't send me
Every sound is tame every group would be the same
It would drive you mad
What ever happened to the sounds that left you on the floor
Laughing, crying, jumping and singing
Listen honey there is nothing you can say to astound me
Listen honey there is nothing you can say to offend me anymore
You don't send me anymore
You don't send me anymore
You don't send me anymore
Roy Walker
I wandered all night
I wondered all night about you
I've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood
Like a fresh manifestation of an old phenomenon
A breeze whips through the tree
The rustling leaves and branches bend together the cutest way
Forever by the forces of the Lord's choreography
I wandered all night
I wondered all night about you
I've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood
Just for a second the combination of sights and surroundings
Sends him hurtling back to the myriads? of? teenager thoughts and
fears
He passes big houses and family cars
They saddled the horses in cobblestone yards
Catches the moon looking down from the stars
Like it's done for years and years
Wonder, I wonder
I wondered all night about you
I wonder, I wonder
I wondered all night, all night about you
Perpetual? feeling?
In the grown-up worlds that surround him
That there are secrets that can be revealed with knowledge and
philosophy
And oh to be dumb
Oh to be smart
He might be nursing a broken heart
But feeling this way is just playing a part that's been around for
centuries
I wandered all night
I wondered all night about you
I've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood
I wandered all night
I wondered all night about you
Love On The March
Animals come banging their drums
Street fears in summer
Kids run around
Having their fun
Men are already drunk
Ba ba da-da-da, etc.
A religious holiday’s begun
Maybe its because we have no sun
Marching begins, animals sing
Words that are twisted
Meanings of hate
Look at the face
Bitter and ready to fight
A religious holiday’s begun
Maybe its because we have no sun
Lost in the crowd
Shouting out loud
Drinking my fill of a
Bottle of gin
I’ll do anything
To help me forget about you
Woeful affair
You hopelessly flirt
With that girl who works in the
Pub for a night
When at closing time
You will be at my door
Tell me what it is I have to do
I sacrificed everything for you
I was feeling so good and the sun was shining
All I wanted was to get across the street
I made my biggest mistake when I left her with the hurling? match?
and the
broken kettle?
You're sick, ever since I was a little kid
I always have to bail you out when you take off with your drinking
mates and their idiot games
If you sing those songs you have to slip
They beat me up because I crossed their march
They said I need to learn a bit of respect
But I am on their side and I follow the team
When I get out of here somebody's gonna get it
Ba ba da-da-da, etc.
Sleep On A Sunbeam
When the half light makes for a clearer view
Sleep a little more if you want to
But restlessness has seized me now its true
I could watch the dreams flicker in your eyes
Lying here asleep on a sunbeam
I wonder if you realize you fascinate me so
Think I’ve found a new destination
If you think you need inspiration
Roll out the map and mark it with a pen
I will follow every direction
Just lace up your shoes, go and fetch ‘em
A sleeping bag, a tent
I know the summer's passing by
All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet
A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands
My joy will be complete
How about a new destination
Never short of new inspiration
Roll out your map and mark it with a the gin?
We've got plans to conquer the country
I'm waiting for you to get out of your situation with your job and
quit your life/wife?
All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet
A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands
My joy will be complete
Desperation Made A Fool Of Me
I'm sick
I've felt this way for some time now
Fed up with the daily grind
I'm trying to find relief
If you feel this way then clap your hands
Never thought this was a private line?
What is making people mean about? sin?
Now that I have got my motives straight
And I am thinking clearly
I'll sneak up to your window with my senses open? wide
I'm tired
On my shoulders weighing heavily
With the full responsibility
For your troubles and your charms
You betray the cause?? that run with you
Like the sword in some old tragedy
Either stick it in my back
Or pull out
Now that I have got my motives straight
And I am thinking clearly
I'll sneak up to your window with my senses open wide
Never really thought it would be like this
I know its kinda? happening
I'm glad that it is
I'm glad
Now that I have got my motives straight
And I am thinking clearly
I'll sneak up to your window with my senses open wide
I never knew that ?? would be/feel? like this
I know its kinda?? happened
I'm glad that it is
I'm glad
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