0:05 - Salvador 3:10 - Back In The Game 6:45 - Sheila 11:18 - Rabbit Hole 14:48 - If You Got The Money 19:22 - Sticks n' Stones 23:15 - Zombie Cracking set, nice to see an artists that plays everything and not just their new shit. Gutted he won't be at Reading 2016.
I haven't listened to Jamie T in a few years and he came on my old playlist. Suddenly im 19 in this field again. Instantly came back to this, what a set it was.
When there's no one left to fight Boys like him don't shine so bright Soon as I see the dust settle He's out on the town tryin' to find trouble When there's no one left to fight Boys like him don't shine so bright Soon as I see the dust settle He's out on the town tryin' to find trouble I take a train again away from shame And blame a city pained to see A friend I hadn't seen since I was drinking underage I was a ten a day, how'd you say, little shit White lightning, heightening all my courage, quick wit We wore checkered season wallabies Buttoned shirts and whiskey Mutton dressed as lamb a fan of bands Like The Jam, Jam, Jam, Jam I don't know who I am, he said I don't know if I can I said yeah man, you can-can When there's no one left to fight Boys like him don't shine so bright Soon as I see the dust settle He's out on the town tryin' to find trouble When there's no one left to fight Boys like him don't shine so bright Soon as I see the dust settle He's out on the town tryin' to find trouble Drunk and being sick, I feel like shit I gotta quit, I hope I haven't missed the last train Gonna be stuck in Hampton Wick With the boys across the platform Shouting, "Lightweight prick!" I'm a featherweight champion, cheap to get pissed Wish Candy were here with me, she'd deffa deal with it Tell 'em all to shut their mouths and go suck their mommas dicks 'Cause she ain't, no she ain't that low, three fingers down Or the other two up, and I'll sing this proud Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't got time for you either With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones I take 'em home on my own Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't got time for you either With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones I take 'em home on my own As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back We were runnin' at ease from enemies And rushed back to your momma's flat It's the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap I know it sounds crude, but there's something in that How's Danny doin'? Hear he's high flyin' and that Stockbroker in the city with a lady and a baby And Fee, is she free from the demons she had? Was it two months clean, routine to relapse Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't got time for you either With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones I take 'em home on my own Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't got time for you either With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones I take 'em home on my own She smoked all of your weed That's why the loved ones out to leave Why when you take the lead they stab you in the back 'Til you can't breathe, when you're bleeding on the floor And no one hears your call at all She screamed out to the party "You are sheeps and cattle!" I was hanging out with Louie in the shooting gallery When the news got through to me about you and Jeremy Pat on my back, and a swig on my brew You're still my friend, it's impossible to hate you Cradle to the grave, I know we always misbehave People latch down and then they rain on our parade Girls we love leave when we want them to stay Like today, remember, what shall we say? When there's no one left to fight Boys like us don't shine so bright Soon as I see the dust settle Let's go out and find some trouble! Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't got time for you either With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones I take 'em home on my own Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't got time for you either With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones I take 'em home on my own Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't got time for you either With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones I take 'em home on my own Runnin' with believers, no time for fever And I haven't got time for you either With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' stones I take 'em home on my own
When you see the thumbnail and think Jamie's looks have changed abit so you have to watch the video an see its one of the guys from his band. I think thats a guitarist from the pacemakers. Am i right? Anybody?
While ED FUCKING SHEERAN makes MILLIONS this Musician/Poet can't even get radio airtime... (Nothing against Ed Sheeran by the way...) But Jamie T FUCKING ROCKS!!! (Can WE PLEASE has more ANGER and LESS BOLLOX?????) xx SF
