We showed them, didnt we

by Chas Palmer-Williams

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released 17 December 2010

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Bars barssound@gmail.com
Produced by Chas and Bars
Bob Barret drums
Pete Frasier sax and backing
Lil Lu talking
Danny Noble singing
Donna Pazz Derbying it up

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Chas Palmer-Williams Brighton, UK

Chas is the former singer from the band Lightyear. Respected for their work ethic, “unorthodox” live show and strong grass root origins
With detailed, clever, humorous and sad lyrics about Midlands pride (ahem), losing loved ones, the confusion of what happens when your life doesn't pan out the way you planned and an undying geek love for games workshop.
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Track Name: Haggar for mayor
The rain and i remember that Vauxhall Chevette
99'ers in 89

Down, r, up, l, y, b
I should have held down "a" to keep the things the same for you and me
and Arkonoid is annoyed, and Q-bert is hurt
That i cant let this out properly
I should have locked it away like those coin-ops in a Fleetwood arcade
And i wish these times were simple like when i didn't put money in but i still played

Its not a statement that my shoes are undone
I forgot my head because it wasn't screwed on
We all have days like these

Its just some days, these days seem to last decades

And life moved on and you grew prettier
i should have remembered the lessons that Funland taught me earlier.
That you don't always win everything
and change sometimes isn't fair

I should have been more on the ball like escape from the dragons lair
I wish these times were simple, there was never any money in but i didn't care
Track Name: i feel like a million Zimbabwean dollars
I should buy some new shoes
Shoes don’t get me drunk
But I can’t skate in
Empty bitter jars
I’m sure they’ll give me
Blisters
And your novelty t-shirt reads
Why drink and drive
When you can smoke and fly home
Life’s a beach then you die
Do or do not there is no
Try

And I would furnish you with a snotling pump wagon
with your +3 on a d6 when breaking peoples..
Nurgle would have wanted this
Coming at you with a chaotic kiss
Were did you go?
Were have you been?
I heard you copt of with a good looking space marine


Well these walls are super model thin
And my wallet
Is the same
Yes you getting married practically grates
And I still don’t find anything
That Interesting
About interest rates
The next day You’re searching for serotonin
I want some really strong ibuprofen
You’ll cain it for days without a care
Whilst ill feel like that kid off the mask with
Cher
And I can’t
do it like I used to
Im nearly 32 and like you;
I should have a blumming foot spa
A blumming fiance
A bluming six pack
A bluming clue
And a great big ruddy bloody car…
But I don’t

The neighbors are shagging again
And it’s ever so ever so loud
And the fat ones t shirt reads
Return to the pub if found
Take me to your dealer please
I’m not really balding
It’s just a solar panel for a sex machine

These stranded soulless souls
Forever do they drift
Upon reefs of real ale and public house shoals

3 crates of bar stool politics
7 sacks of times of old
10 barrels of bitter and loneliness
And 1 heavy heart, stored in the hold

On this one, barnacles on the starboard side
That ones leaking rum
She’s been moored, and waits the lord
‘Cos once you scuttled your done

I feel like
A million
Zimbabwean
Dollars

Let me make two things clear
We should have been nicer to each other
And it smells like games workshop in her
Track Name: the good charlatans
What with rock stars
selling car insurance
there's another selling butter
what a strange occurrence
how we didn't know how to sing
we could barley even play those things
but we did the best we could

call me on your black flag berry
if i cant reach you and your not home
can i get you on your apple seed cast iphone

remember when bands would look you in the eye when they sang
there was beer
and blood
and spirit and passion
i nearly poked my pissing eye out with a microphone stand
but im doing the best i can

cos we felt 20 foot tall
yes we felt 30 foot tall
yes we felt 50 foot tall
yes we felt 100 foot tall

can i borrow your lead
ive lost my plectrum
the guy in the front with the pierced septum
looks like he eats pieces of shit like me for breakfast
the sound engineer hates us all
and we haven't got any breakables
but when we got up there we felt;
Track Name: nub ends, not nebulisers
is heaven really a half pipe?
was that crap band right?
aerosols and camp fires
we were teenage arse holes
we were teenage liars
with diamonds in her eyes
and cockiness in our stride
Tom tried
then Tom tried smack
he's still trying that in fact
with gat guns and black widows
shop lifting popping bubble gum
and breaking windows
Got, got, need, swap, swap, swap, swap

im still tapping on cans of pop to stop them fizzing
urethane squeaks questions
concretes listening
its alright, it'll be alright
we were just kids i didn't know how to help you
lets blame neurons and transmuters

we were thinking of nub ends
not nebulisers
drinking since they took off our stablisers
this town was a city, there was future there
hanging out with messrs Lambert and Butler
the number 7 dreams of power steering
the bus and our careers are careering
and yes i find this condition debilatating
and i plan to procrastinate about procrastonating
somewhere, were a half arsed smoke machine goes off
on an empty dance floor
in the only rock bar
doorman re-enact headlocks
and polish plastic cars
chinny rekon, itchy chin, chin wag, itchy chin
Track Name: now you've got the midlands maddest man
Don’t Forget The Midlands
Is scrawled upon a wall
On a boarded up pub In Stoke On Trent In blood
Shops shut faster than Usain Bolt
The Council complains it’s not their fault
All these theme bars are a Farse
You can shove the Westfield centre
Right up your arse:
I’ve sold newspapers here for 28 years
Singing
E-Pooo!
And E- telegrahahah
It’s not really the north
And it’s defiantly not the south
It’s the midlands
And nothing ever happens:

Bring back fat Eddy from the deady
He nabbed a thief in 99
And Dave the tramp was a millionaire
A degree in quantum physics
If he had a crossword he just doesn’t care

The dark mark were he sat is still there
Not a word
Let alone a cross word
He just didn’t care

Julie was pregnant at 15
Grey concrete council flats and pebbledash are the only playground her kids have seen
The same bus on the same day every two weeks
That’s were she sits
And if it’s so sodding easy you try living on benefits
Margret has worked in the job centre for 18 years
She retires in two weeks
Much to the relief of stoner’s musicians and her peers
She calls her ex-husband on the office phone
Ignoring a guy in a high vis.
Trying to work out the job point on his own
Steve has worked the roads since he could drink
And after all these years he’s on the brink
Of losing his mortgage and his mind
The population of town is 237899
137 jobs optimistically reads the headline