Fatso Jetson, est. in Palm Desert, CA since 1994. Released albums with SST, Bongload, Man's Ruin, Rekords Rekords, Cobraside, Go Down, Heavy Psych Sounds On tour in Fall throughout Europe, dates available below or full all dates, go to FJ.com.
He was the most handsome in a class of twenty-two
And he knew it early on so his confidence kept growing
By thirteen he had been with every girl deemed worth it
To be with in the village, two years either side of his birthday
He played football, boy, could he play
He played every single day and he still does
A scout from Crewe Alexander came to watch him once
And they said that they were gonna be in touch
He was the captain of the team without ever asking to be
And without ever being told, that counts for a lot, still, believe it or not
Lo and behold, everyone fell in line behind the hair on his legs and hair on his lip
He was the-
He could smoke ten a day and still run faster
Than that whippet that could lap the racetrack rabbit
He could dabble in the snow, rubbing shoulders with the rabble
And still never ever touch upon a habit
At age sixteen, he made his choice to stay
And got a job selling houses in the village
Which by now had become such a desirable place to settle down
It was classed not as a village, but instead as a small town
(On the sunny, sunny side of the borough)
(You get two brown bins)
Fortunately, despite the influx of newcomers including, for the first time
A genuine authentic Italian restaurant run by a family of fantastic old school Neapolitans
He was still the best at football, and a most handsome man
Taking solace in that fact as his little world continued to expand
Woo
By the time he was twenty, he'd now been with all the girls deemed worth it in the village
Five years either side of his birthday
But it was time to settle down and no kiss had ever felt so electric
As the first he'd ever felt all those years ago
Though she had never strayed far, hemmed in by his shadow
The torches lining the path of her own dreams had been growing dimmer by the day and so
Faster than a dying star, she cashed in her chips and checked out
Settled for him and subsequently threw all her own ambitions away
A promotion followed, a mortgage, a marriage
A dog and children, a loft conversion
A dead dog, and a second home on the Costa del Sol
In the hopes of stoking the coals of two long lost souls
Which comes first, counselling or keys in the bowl?
Put his own mother in a home
Got made redundant twice, never once was he on the dole
Light head, black spots on his vision, room spinning
Clutching the curtain waving from the window, they thought he was grinning
He was grimacing, begging them to notice him, twitching, notice no one is helping him
The grandkids waving through the rear windshield
As the big electric gate draws a line in between them
A fine, fine line between benign and malignant
So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked, book yourself
I saw Yard Act the other week in an intimate album launch and I was excited but a bit subdued because when I them in Manchester last year they were just okay. The post punk revival is at the end and Yard Act feel like they came at the very pointy end. The vocalist could be the boring smarmy end of it all. But the new album is a real attempt to be something aside from the template revival and in a small venue he was actually really personable and genuinely funny, not the typically contrived "funny" northerner I expected. Anyway they're a good band.
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