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Dance into the fire of Bondian badinage with Tim and Damian, and their almost-expired licences to thrill. Journey deep into their volcano fortress recording studio as they bring you their â007 theme song that never wasâ and discuss the best (and worst) soundtracks from everyoneâs favourite spy movie franchise. Itâs the usual chat and choons youâve grown to love. And literally nobody does it better.
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Foxtrot across the shiny, sprung dancefloor of music biz chat with your hosts Tim Riley and Damian Scott as they explore the world of pub gigs, Bond themes, tribute acts and other assorted nonsense. All capped off with their delightful new (8 years in the making) co-written song 'Before You Fell'. Yes, it's another ballroom blitz episode of MAGIC RABBITS.
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Tiptoe daintily through the tulips of lyricism with Tim and Damian in an unusually wordy podcast episode. Explore with them the joys of metaphor, simile, assonance, alliteration, prosody and dog walks.
Discover their favourite song lyrics with another brief encounter with Timâs old mate Art Garfunkel. All culminating in the spectral, jazz-infused brushstrokes of âWatercoloursâ,their latest re-recorded song from their old Templemen band days. Itâs a belter.
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Abseil down the vertiginous sheer face of rock (and pop) with Tim and Damian in another adventure-filled episode of the podcast you never knew you needed.
This time, join the lads as they recall the (Edinburgh) Fringe benefits of being in the worldâs most underrated and undiscovered brilliant band.
All descending rapidly toward a pristine reworking of Timâs least favourite (and Damianâs most favourite) song: âThe Things We Said In Bedâ.
Frankly, itâs all a bit ropey.
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Hold hands once again with Tim and Damian as they skip merrilythrough the swaying, golden fields of musical nonsense.
Marvel at the lush, verdant gorgeousness of this weekâs song, âPeter and Janeâ. And hear the lads expound on the joys and merits of artistic collaboration, living in the Lake District, and Disney musicals.
Itâs another forty-odd minutes of audio pleasure. With a specific emphasis on the âoddâ.
LYRICS:
Peter and Jane
Music: Damian Scott
Words: Tim Riley
The daring deeds of a daring man
Canât impress you in the way I can
The meek and mildness of human kindness
Can get to you
You
Peter and Jane watch movies
Shouldnât we do that
Peter and Jane go walking
Wouldnât that be good
And when theyâre stuck for words
They gaze into each otherâs eyes
And when theyâre stuck for words
They gaze
Lucky for me you especially
Like to hear my voice constantly
How long will it take
For this ice to break
Through
Peter and Jane watch movies
Shouldnât we do that
Peter and Jane go walking
Wouldnât that be good
And when theyâre stuck for words
They gaze into each otherâs eyes
And when theyâre stuck for words
They gaze
Now and again you seem to be
A completely different person to me
Itâs so confusing
I keep losing touch
With you
Peter and Jane watch movies
Shouldnât we do that
Peter and Jane go walking
Wouldnât that be good
And when theyâre stuck for words
They gaze into each otherâs eyes
And when theyâre stuck for words
They gaze
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Time again to clamber aboard the soul-fired train of musical memories with your drivers Tim and Damian.
This week, the mates present âTea and Biscuitsâ, a song that draws upon the stop-frame joys of Trumptonshire and tabloids. Along the scenic route, theyâll discuss life, first jobs, and Timâs close and lasting relationship with Billy Bragg (almost).
Itâs another unmissable ride â and youâll get there in 45 minutes (or if you canât then you can claim a ticket refund via a cunningly complex online process).
LYRICS:
Tea and Biscuits
words and music by Damian Scott
Tea and biscuits as you curse into your cup
Beer and grumbling as you swear your time is up
Words of wisdom as you put the world to rights
The morning paper to see who won the fight
Ten oâclock and never late
Youâre waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you whatâs going on in the world
Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
The Sun or Mirror left by the toilet seat
Smiling Sam is there to make your day complete
A perfect figure and a page of misspelt words
Sheâs sitting pretty in her sealskin and her furs
Ten oâclock and never late
Youâre waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you whatâs going on in the world
Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
Like or lump it as you contemplate your shares
Itâs cake or crumpet for the chaps that work upstairs
Ten oâclock and never late
Youâre waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you whatâs going on in the world
Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
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Itâs time once again to rope up to Tim and Damian as they traverse the rocky (ânâ rolly) wastelands of bandmatery.
This week, our musical explorers discuss banishment from a famed pubâŠvan breakdowns⊠a lovely and much-missed fella called Martin RubyâŠinspirational managementâŠgetting kitted out at Afflecks PalaceâŠdodgy âSuedeâ bootleg cassettes⊠and a recording studio called Frog.
And, as if that werenât enough (and it probably isn't), the show culminates in a newly recorded version of an old âBoat Thiefâ live set classic, Timâs marvellous paean to Edinburgh: âMorningside Roadâ.
Och, the new!
đ§ BOAT THIEF
LYRICS:
Morningside Road
words and music by Tim Riley
Well, I wrap my coat around me
And I wish that you were here
So I can take your hand in the Canny Manâs
And make things disappear
Come with me and share my load
Iâm gonna walk with you down Morningside Road
Come with me and share my load
Iâm gonna walk with you down Morningside Road
So I nudge the sleeping city
As Iâm walking through her streets
And I kick my toes at the falling snow
As it settles around my feet
Come with me and share my load
Iâm gonna walk with you down Morningside Road
Come with me and share my load
Iâm gonna walk with you down Morningside Road
Well, Iâve always seen this place as my second home
And the city is my friend when Iâm all alone
So Iâm counting every hour
Til Iâm with her once again
Til I again embrace that wondrous place
That mistress to so many, many men
Come with me and share my load
Iâm gonna walk with you down Morningside Road
Come with me and share my load
Iâm gonna walk with you down Morningside Road
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Join Tim and Damian on another scamper through the deep, dank forest of bandmate nostalgia.
This time, the nearly-men of pop bang on about the weight of mandolins, the value of using antique audio equipment, first-person versus third-person song perspectives, brushes with bigwig A&R menâŠand background sheep noises.
All topped off with a rousing little rendition of Timâs âA Thousand Miles Awayâ (with tasty real drums!).
Join them and together, hack through the music-biz wonder-growth.
LYRICS
A Thousand Miles Away
words and music by Tim Riley
Sheâs away from here
Even when sheâs right here
And her vacant stare
Means sheâs never quite there
Sheâs a thousand miles away
Sheâs a thousand miles away
With her head in the clouds
She skips around the town
And no one knows the sanctuary sheâs found
Sheâs a thousand miles away
Sheâs a thousand miles away
Sheâs away from here
Even when sheâs right here
And no one knows the sanctuary sheâs found
Sheâs a thousand miles away
Sheâs a thousand miles away
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Tim and Damian once again amble along the windswept promenade of music-biz memories, deliberating on childhood tribalism, cultural appropriation, difficult time signatures, recording studio nerves⊠and Jamaican beer. All culminating beautifully in a wistful re-recording of Timâs âCanât SeeFor Lookingâ. Grab a jacket, turn up the collar and join them for the b-side stroll.
References:
Peter Gabriel
https://open.spotify.com/track/6vZZtivPrtpggT5SSXsYTy
https://open.spotify.com/album/5mHESsxnNuS9E6s6769eWu
Aztec Camera
https://open.spotify.com/album/1VduWll7rkJvGmwe5gYu72
The Style Council
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3eGSA4P5vw&list=RDT3eGSA4P5vw&start_radio=1
Sly & Robbie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVIsTZPp0iM&list=RDVVIsTZPp0iM&start_radio=1
Stephen Duffy - The Lilac Time
https://open.spotify.com/album/5SgauH4yHE5d2s7cBZRHKK
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DZ06evO0Ew8gg
David Sylvian
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEArdmll_9w&list=PLI6kLIhBBwmRkH-vUXwHhDFkortLSwLsi&index=4
Linden Studios Cumbria - Guy Forrester
http://lindenstudio.co.uk/
LYRICS
Canât See For Looking
words and music by Tim Riley
I canât see for looking, see the wood for the trees
Though Iâve looked high and low on my hands and my knees
And I wish that youâd tell me what it is that Iâve lost
Cos I canât see for looking
Our union is ending, and it cuts me in two
To see you turn away when I look at you
And you decline my invitation to give it one chance
Our union is ending
Iâm practising perfection, my motive unclear
Itâll soften your defences, Iâm certain, my dear
And if that were to happen, Iâm sure youâd agree
Oh, what am I saying?
As a desperate attempt, I have pleaded with you
To consider it further and start anew
But my rivers of persuasion are fast running dry
These rivers of persuasion
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
I canât see for looking, see the wood for the trees
Though Iâve looked high and low on my hands and my knees
And I wish that youâd tell me what it is that Iâve lost
Cos I canât see for looking
Our union is ending, and it cuts me in two
To see you turn away when I look at you
And you decline my invitation to give it one chance
Our union is ending
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To kick off with, Tim and Damian natter about their musical journey, using one of their old songs as a springboard for the chat. This week it's 'The Newlyweds', which they've re-recorded specially for this show.
Stephen Duffy (The Lilac Time)
â https://open.spotify.com/album/5SgauH4yHE5d2s7cBZRHKKâ
â https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DZ06evO0Ew8ggâ
Led Zeppelin
â https://open.spotify.com/album/0GqpoHJREPp0iuXK3HzrHkâ
Marc Bolan
â https://open.spotify.com/track/4JzqDlNhjxxZ3oQcfXhS6qâ
Mike Oldfield
â https://open.spotify.com/album/0a3YQpBnRzJzNktOjb6Dumâ
â https://open.spotify.com/album/200p7O3raeXT2jNhmzK4TEâ
Yanks Records
â https://medium.com/@alangregson/vinyl-hunting-in-mid-to-late-1980s-manchester-bd564c213258â
The Jam
â https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1e3M8X_FV-8&list=RD1e3M8X_FV-8&start_radio=1â
Aztec Camera
â https://open.spotify.com/album/1VduWll7rkJvGmwe5gYu72â
XTC
â https://open.spotify.com/artist/2qT62DYO8Ajb276vUJmvhzâ
ELO
â https://open.spotify.com/artist/7jefIIksOi1EazgRTfW2Pkâ
Steely Dan
â https://open.spotify.com/artist/6P7H3ai06vU1sGvdpBwDmEâ
Little Feat
â https://open.spotify.com/artist/0ZIwOAzDuGPspzK7yiTc4Sâ
Bob Dylan
â https://open.spotify.com/artist/74ASZWbe4lXaubB36ztrGXâ
Side FX
â https://www.youtube.com/@SideFX-x9g/videosâ
Biscuit Barrel
â https://www.emmabridgewater.co.uk/products/blue-hen-biscuit-barrel?variant=56315146011011â
The Clash
â https://open.spotify.com/artist/3RGLhK1IP9jnYFH4BRFJBSâ
Prefab Sprout
â https://open.spotify.com/artist/4w3QqrcmBv8dasemwBXmxfâ
Tears for Fears
â https://open.spotify.com/search/Tears%20for%20fearsâ
Elvis Costello
â https://open.spotify.com/artist/2BGRfQgtzikz1pzAD0kaEnâ
LYRICS:
The Newlyweds
words and music by Damian Scott
The bridal suite wasnât quite what you expected
And the view out of the lake was not that at all
And the thirty-year-old outlook from a sixteen-year-old mind
Will never help you when sheâs crawling up the wall
Wishing you were not the newlyweds
Wishing you were not the newlyweds
Wishing you were not the newlyweds
Start from the start and wake up one day ten years later
The honeymoon, it came and went in silence
As you packed away your memories in that case
The pressure cooker romance started leaking steam, quiteslowly first
But blew its top much later in your face
The photographs were dull and uninspiring
A perpetual reminder of the grief
A Kodachrome rendition of a black and white state of mind
That took away your future like a thief
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
(Wonât you) wake up, wake up!