Biografia:
The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy, also known as The Jazz Butcher and The Jazz Butcher And His Sikkorskis From Hell, is a blackly humorous and (until the early nineties) prolific British musical group founded by Pat Fish, a philosophy major from Oxford. Their oeuvre boasts such topics as Thomas Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49, an unrequited crush on Shirley Maclaine, and an ode to SF writer Harlan Ellison.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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Date: Wed, 01 Jul 1998 20:49:51 -0700
From: Will Nerini
Subject: j/jazz_butcher_conspiracy/whats_the_matter_boy.crd
Artist: The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy
Title: What's The Matter, Boy?
Author: Pat Fish
Transcriber: "Will Nerini"
VERSE:
G D C
You wonder why nobody ever seems to talk to you
G D C
After all, you use an aerosol and you've got three pairs of shoes
G D C
You got yourself a little education and you keep up with the news
A little rapid riff of:
G-D-C
G D C
But when you walk in to a party everybody stares
G D C
The girls drop drinks into their laps and the boys fall off their chairs
G D C
Oh, but you're all alone when everybody's leaving in pairs
[A little rapid riff of:]
G-D-C
C G
If you ever stopped a moment and thought about your ears
(Big, aren't they?" "I suppose they are")
C G
Or that noise you make when you've had a bottle of beer
C G D
Oh, try to make a mental leap and perhaps it will come clear
CHORUS:
Ohhh,
G C D
You're the man with the head of an ass
G C D
You're the man with the head of an ass
G C D
You're the man with the head of an ass
G
And that's crass
D
Mmm, pin me back, Max
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Date: Wed, 01 Jul 1998 20:49:51 -0700
From: Will Nerini
Subject: j/jazz_butcher_conspiracy/whats_the_matter_boy.crd
Artist: The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy
Title: What's The Matter, Boy?
Author: Pat Fish
Transcriber: "Will Nerini"
VERSE:
G D C
You wonder why nobody ever seems to talk to you
G D C
After all, you use an aerosol and you've got three pairs of shoes
G D C
You got yourself a little education and you keep up with the news
A little rapid riff of:
G-D-C
G D C
But when you walk in to a party everybody stares
G D C
The girls drop drinks into their laps and the boys fall off their chairs
G D C
Oh, but you're all alone when everybody's leaving in pairs
[A little rapid riff of:]
G-D-C
C G
If you ever stopped a moment and thought about your ears
(Big, aren't they?" "I suppose they are")
C G
Or that noise you make when you've had a bottle of beer
C G D
Oh, try to make a mental leap and perhaps it will come clear
CHORUS:
Ohhh,
G C D
You're the man with the head of an ass
G C D
You're the man with the head of an ass
G C D
You're the man with the head of an ass
G
And that's crass
D
Mmm, pin me back, Max
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