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Live at the Carousel Lounge

by The Late Joys

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1.
For my new shoes what would you give Yeah they look good but they leak like a sieve In your new dress you look like the bee’s knees Although it’s useless when the weather freezes I don’t care I just pretend That looking good is the same as being content One day I’ll win the lottery ’Til that day I’ve got cheap luxuries What’s for supper? Look at that spread A mountain of margarine and white bread “Fish and chips” makes for a special dinner And meat is magic when it comes out of a tin I don’t complain I fill myself With sweets, they’re better than vegetables And everyone loves his cuppa tea I’ll keep buying my cheap luxuries Why buy healthy food or clothes that last When life looks rosy through the bottom of your glass? Who would skimp on shreds of happiness When every day we’ve got to live like this I pretend ’cos I don’t care From a distance I look like a millionaire One day I’ll win the lottery Then I’ll buy expensive luxuries
2.
You ask me what I think I think you’ve got your answer and you don’t give a damn Your going fishing but I’m not biting You’re on a mission but I’m not falling for that line I don’t see things the way you do You told us all those lies when we were hypnotized But now we’re coming to This isn’t music, it’s an attitude I know what I’m doing; I’m out of step but I’m in tune So what’s your problem with my opinion It’s inconvenient but you’re not even listening To anything I’ve said to you You’re going underground; it’s overrun by clowns And one or two buffoons Everybody knows in the emperor’s new clothes you can get away with murder With your fingers up your nose you just see what they want to believe But that’s the way it goes, you’re comatose, you’ve froze; we’re not getting any further Stuck in this status quo where you don’t believe a thing that you see So why does it feel like the weight of the world is on me? I ask you, what were you thinking Did you have an inkling? Did you have the slightest clue? Or are you clueless, did you make a bad guess? Why don’t you just confess that you want me to acquiesce To anything you want to do You’d go it all alone and leave the dog a bone But now we’re coming, too Everybody knows in the emperor’s new clothes they’re getting away with murder And though it’s all exposed, you don’t believe a thing that you see But that’s the way it goes, it’ll end in broken bones if you dare to make a murmur You still feel safe at home ’cos you just see what you want to believe So why does it feel like the weight of the world is on me Why does it feel like the weight of the world is on me Why does it feel like the weight of the world Why does it feel like the weight of the world Why does it feel like the weight of the world is on me It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
3.
You won’t talk to her when she wants you to And you don’t say a word when you come home after hours Oh, she’s fading like a flower You could nurture her with a couple kind words But she’s starved for attention and the other thing that never gets mentioned You won’t talk to her, that’s not all she wants from you But you get cross and curse when she offers up herself Oh, she’s got nobody else And your patter and your song that attracted her are gone So you lie by her side in a parody of peace and quiet Time past, oh you were a gas, but now you’re mum What’s left to say when your words sublimate right on the tip of your tongue You won’t talk to her it’s against the rules And you don’t keep your word so much as you strangle it As you sit tight-lipped You’re the little Napoleon of a deaf and dumb show And when she finally leaves You’ll be the "enfant terrible" of silence You won’t talk to her…
4.
“How ’bout a kiss or a cuppa tea?” That’s what that Wigan lassie offered me And if I had an ounce of northern pride I’d take that beauty by my side And live a Lancashire fantasy (I’d tell her) You look too good to be true by the light of the sulphur burning blue On magnificent slagheap lunar ’scapes looming over lives we can’t escape So take my hand we’ll scrape the shale with fingers black and faces pale Then stroll the Leeds & Liverpool, just you and me, my dear Ta for that nice warm cuppa tea But in the comfort of the foggy south is where you will find me I’ll pop another coal in the fireplace, listen to the idle chatter on my wireless And try to preserve your memory (but right now) It’s time to bid adieu to the sulphur fires burning blue On the beautiful slagheap silhouettes looming over towns we’d just as soon forget Let’s bid a fond farewell to the yellowy Leeds & Liverpool That chemical canal runs through the heart of Lancashire But there isn’t any Wigan Pier
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Place Away 03:42
All the swings are taken down And the kids stand in an empty park Like their folks in their apartments Who don’t have any work Decals on brick buildings Make it look like someone lives in them While rent goes up keep Looking down on ragged men Who couldn’t find a place to stay You couldn’t give the place away I saw a TV And the pretty people on it And a pay packet as thin as t The envelope it came it Pretty face told me What I could win on the lottery A couple tried to sell me The city to feed their baby They couldn’t give the place away They couldn’t give the place away There’s something special About being on your own Looking out for yourself And give your kids a home I found a piece of rope To make the kids a swing But someone else had a different idea And when we cut him down he looked like He’d been hanging there for days You couldn’t give the place away So let’s hold hands And all we get are sweaty palms We’re singing choruses of Wishful thinking songs Let’s stand in circles And wait for it to get better But the real world keeps on closing in And it’s not a pretty picture It’s always the same despite what they say And you couldn’t give the place away

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A pretty good representative selection from our recent show at Austin's Carousel Lounge.

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released March 8, 2014

Robi Polgar, guitars, vocals
Scottie Hickman, guitars, vocals
Patrick Lopez, bass
Shane Lewis, trumpet
Matt Patterson, drums, vocals

Hedgehog photo by Phil & Angie.

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The Late Joys Austin

With influences that include The Beatles, Elvis Costello and the Attractions, The Jam, The Clash and a slew of '80s and '90s Brit-pop guitar-based trailblazers, The Late Joys put on a high-octane show that's groovy, melodic and infused with fun.

The Late Joys play infectious sonic confections with literate lyrics, catchy melodies and unabashedly progressive political sensibilities.
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