The Jazz Butcher
Lyrics
Southern Mark Smith
Lyrics
Southern Mark Smith
Thousands of people are queueing in the rain to meet the Pope
(Meet the Pope, meet the Pope, meet the Pope)
I wonder what they're feeling
Well I hope its O.K. You know some people gonna call anyone a big mouth
(Big mouth, big mouth)
Yeah, well I'll see them in the bar on a Saturday
Right now I get along, get along, get along, get alonga get along
Just like a southern Mark Smith Chorus:Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo - Yeah, like a southern Mark SmithThousands of people are queueing for a shuttle into space
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo - Southern Mark Smith
(Into space, into space, into space)
Yeah, I'm into space I think its just fantastic
Right now I'm looking around for the right words
For all you special gorgeous things
Oh, don't you know they only make those pop records out of plastic? Hey, but you know what they tell you on the BBC
You know what they tell you and it's plain to see
You gotta put on you best friend's anorak
And come out here and try it out for yourself Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
You gotta come on out at 1 o'clock and try it out for yourself
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
You gotta walk & talk & think & look & act just like a
Southern Mark Smith Chorus Thousands of people out there just gotta be O.K.
I wish I could take them all down with me to the bar for some laughs
But right now I gotta find out where they could be living
They could be living in sin
They could be carrying shame
Gotta find somebody's gonna carry the blame
Gotta find out what makes your heart sing
Because I found out already what makes my heart sing
Its necessary that I find out what makes your heart sing
'Coz I heard it was like a southern Mark Smith
Found On
Buy These Records
A Scandal In Bohemia
The Albatross. A record, I feel, of its time. We were young(ish) and cocky and I think it shows. I still haven't learned to sing on this one, which bugs me too. Still, it was cheap and cheerful, and it helped us to meet an awful lot of people.
Southern Mark Smith
Recorded in the summer of 1983 in a place called Wellingborough, a small town in the middle of England where even the children are scarey!
Real Men
Real Men, the kind who never sit together on buses in case they get their medallions tangled.
The Gift Of Music
This record collects together the various singles that have been issued in England to date under the much-abused name of the Jazz Butcher, to wit: me. I rather like having them all in one place like this - it makes for a nice, noisey muck-it-up sort of disc that is ideal for leisure time at home, on the beach, in you local club.... hell, ANYWHERE!!!
Bloody Nonsense
The Jazz Butcher and his group are not in the business of belonging; they are too old and too obstreperous to conform to some attention-seeking image or commercially viable formula. Rather, they bring their not inconsiderable talents to bear on whatever happens to be in the way at the time. The results can only be described as essential.
Unconditional
One of the better Creation-era compilations. Canadian release.
Western Family
For loonie completists only, for sure, though, if you listen through the muck, you'll see that we did our bit.
The Wasted Years
Featuring ‘Bath Of Bacon’, ‘A Scandal In Bohemia’, ‘Sex And Travel’ and ‘Distressed Gentlefolk’.
Dr Cholmondley Repents: A-sides, B-Sides and Seasides
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.
Pat Says
The Butcher Says..
Southern Mark Smith and Jazz Butcher Meets Count Dracula were recorded in the summer of 1983 in a place called Wellingborough, a small town in the middle of England where even the children are scarey! "Hey, mister, can you SEE in them glasses?" I get to sing and play things like guitar, sax and piano. Max does the electric guitar. On bass is Rolo McGinty, and Princess Alice Thompson plays the organ. They're both in the The Woodentops now, a group internationally recognised as being the shortest collection of pop musicians in the world. Playing the drums is Kevin Haskins, a charming neighbour of mine, and veteran of the Bauhaus conspiracy. Miaowula!
Source:
The Gift Of Music liner notes
Soft white underbelly = Saturday Scene.
Source:
A Scandal In Bohemia liner notes
Well, the JBC really did get a big return off this one. It opened a lot of doors for us in Europe and America, and listening back now I think I can see why. No, I mean that Hammond...
Source:
Unconditional liner notes
All right, here's the thing. The phrase came up some time in conversation
and was duly seized upon. I think that it may well have been some
kind of reference to Gerard Langley. We'd been to see the
Aeroplanes quite early on in their career on account of a review
in the NME written by our pal Campbell Stevenson, which went under
the headline: "Exploding! Plastic! In Bristol???"
But, you know, Mark E. Smith is so steroptypically northern that
the very phrase "southern Mark Smith" comes across to me like "lush
Sahara"or "wise and noble Bush". So there's that too.
The tune got "written" into a tape recorder during the BBC evening
news broadcast on Easter Sunday 1983. References to Lady Di had
already been excised by the time we recorded the single version, which was at
the beginning of September 1983. Ah well."
Good. There's that one wrapped up in a tidy little package. Now
if someone cares to explain "I Need Meat"...
A little later...
I saw a bit of correspondence on the site about this "Southern Mark Smith" business. Our dear friend
Mister Berman appears to have had a fair stab at explaining what may or may not have been on my mind
at the time (it is, frankly, not much use asking me at this advanced stage of the game...), but then
another fellow (Hank, is it?) steps in with some rather more speculative stuff about one "McGinty".
Our pal is referring to "Pat, Trip Dispenser", which was the b-side to the Fall's single "C.R.E.E.P."
Towards the end of the tune, things go quiet and Mister Smith is heard intoning (and I write from
memory) "McGinty thought he could fool the Fall with his imitation speed!" (My memory is about 100%
on this one, though.)
Now, "C.R.E.E.P." came out not long after we had recorded "Southern Mark Smith". Somebody at JBC
Central (Mitch?) brought home a copy. We heard the b-side and were struck down with fear, for we
ourselves were not sure whether somebody was having a pop at our gang (with Lolo Mcginty) or not. The
man on the website clearly felt the same way, for he writes authoratitively for anyone who is paying
attention that the McGinty hereinabove referred to was indeed the talented wee monkey boy who played
bass for us.
You can see what is going on here - there is a "Pat" in the title, a "McGinty" in the lyric and it
came out about the same time as our "Smith" record. You can see the way that Hank's mind is working
here, can't you, Mister Holmes?
Trouble is...it's not right. "Pat, Trip Dispenser" was already in the can before the Fall even heard
our record. It is therefore definitely NOT an "answer record" to "Southern Mark Smith". And, as ever,
the clue is in the title. Those who know the history of the Fall well will tell you that the song is
in fact a blast at infamous Manchester dealer, Pat McGinty. (Oh yeah - Pat, Trip Dispenser!) There
had been a bit of customer dissatisfaction on the band's part, and this was their way of getting back
at the naughty pharmacist (no, don't start...)
So there you have it. Not the JBC, but some dodgy Mancunian c***.
Hope that clears things up.
Source:
Pat Fish email
2003-02-24 08:45:31
(Monday, 24th of February 2003 -
21 years 306 days ago)
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