The Half Man Half Biscuit Lyrics Project

We Built This Village On A Trad. Arr. Tune has become something of a live favourite, as well as having one of my favourite ever HMHB song titles. References to very obscure Moz as well as Greek mythology and goodness knows what else.

Joy Division Oven Gloves now regularly get held up by someone in the audience at live gigs. Google some YouTube live performances of the song and you may get a glimpse. Slippers (for writing on the soles of) I did expect, but these I did not. Someone’s probably even selling them by now.

Twydale’s Lament is a three-parter with a shouty rant, some spoken cynicism and a chant to fade out with. What more can you ask for?

Bogus Official is a quick one-minute-twenty thrash which could be filed under “Public Safety Announcements”, a bit like Asparagus Next Left. Probably.

Depressed Beyond Tablets is as depressing as you’d expect from the title - as one reviewer once wrote: “I do hope it’s not too autobiographical” but it does seem personal enough that it might just be the case. The song always reminds me of 4AD3DCD, which isn’t nearly as glum.

Mate Of The Bloke (who set up the PA) is one of those songs which would sit quite comfortably on one of the earliest HMHB albums, despite being recorded fifteen years later. Old Skool! Yay!

Shit Arm, Bad Tattoo has probably been sent in to me (thanks, by the way!) by more people than any other, so it’s about time I posted it up. Great song, nothing to do with The Libertines, ‘cos Nigel said so (yeah, right). Another good modified football chant features.

Restless Legs is a perfect two-minute album opener, which I resolved to get on the site about 4:06 last night as I lay awake with an uncontrollable urge to go downstairs and watch that documentary I’d recorded about the 1980-81 season, with Alan Brazil. It sums things up perfectly (the song, not the season in review). More importantly, it gives me the chance to point you towards this utterly extraordinary David Lynch pastiche on YouTube, which uses the song as its soundtrack and inspiration. I don’t know the story behind the making of the video, but it’s truly brilliant.

Corgi Registered Friends is another bit of middle class bashing (see Paintball’s Coming Home, etc etc etc). And it’s one of my favourites. I’m not sure I’d like to explain to anyone why they’d need to ensure your friends were CORGI registered though.

Letters Sent would appear to be a collection of the sort of stuff that gets sent to the correspondence page of local papers. Very much along the lines of the genius which is the Framley Examiner, and there’s nothing wrong with that whatsoever.