This is so great. Strangely by random, 'Flashback Garuso' by Faust came on after. We loved that as teens at school, Pat and I. Faust Tapes was huge with us on release at 50p. Im really looking forward to this new album of his.

More hot prophecy. Pat. Your last before the mast. Can't wait to hear the new album. Thinking back to the first gig as the Jazz Butcher. Who knew? Vaya con Dios.

Thanks for all the music and memories, Pat!

Let's have another one "vers le nord" this time. Bon voyage Pat.

Great song and such timing Mr. Fish. Miss you.Thank you for all that wonderful (sometimes weird) music and FUN live shows. Town Pump, Commodore Ballroom etc. Love ya.

It's still a gut punch, you dying like that. I'll never quite get my breath back.

The Jazz Butcher – 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!

The Jazz Butcher – Time

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