Thousands of people are queueing in the rain to meet the Pope
(Meet the Pope, meet the Pope, meet the Pope)
I wonder what they're feeling
Well I hope its O.K.
You know some people gonna call anyone a big mouth
(Big mouth, big mouth)
Yeah, well I'll see them in the bar on a Saturday
Right now I get along, get along, get along, get alonga get along
Just like a southern Mark Smith
Chorus:Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo - Yeah, like a southern Mark Smith
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo - Southern Mark Smith
Thousands of people are queueing for a shuttle into space
(Into space, into space, into space)
Yeah, I'm into space I think its just fantastic
Right now I'm looking around for the right words
For all you special gorgeous things
Oh, don't you know they only make those pop records out of plastic?
Hey, but you know what they tell you on the BBC
You know what they tell you and it's plain to see
You gotta put on you best friend's anorak
And come out here and try it out for yourself
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
You gotta come on out at 1 o'clock and try it out for yourself
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
You gotta walk & talk & think & look & act just like a
Southern Mark Smith
Thousands of people out there just gotta be O.K.
I wish I could take them all down with me to the bar for some laughs
But right now I gotta find out where they could be living
They could be living in sin
They could be carrying shame
Gotta find somebody's gonna carry the blame
Gotta find out what makes your heart sing
Because I found out already what makes my heart sing
Its necessary that I find out what makes your heart sing
'Coz I heard it was like a southern Mark Smith
The tune got "written" into a tape recorder during the BBC evening news broadcast on Easter Sunday 1983. References to Lady Di had already been excised by the time we recorded the single version, which was at the beginning of September 1983. Ah well."
Good. There's that one wrapped up in a tidy little package. Now if someone cares to explain "I Need Meat"...
A little later...
I saw a bit of correspondence on the site about this "Southern Mark Smith" business. Our dear friend Mister Berman appears to have had a fair stab at explaining what may or may not have been on my mind at the time (it is, frankly, not much use asking me at this advanced stage of the game...), but then another fellow (Hank, is it?) steps in with some rather more speculative stuff about one "McGinty".
Our pal is referring to "Pat, Trip Dispenser", which was the b-side to the Fall's single "C.R.E.E.P." Towards the end of the tune, things go quiet and Mister Smith is heard intoning (and I write from memory) "McGinty thought he could fool the Fall with his imitation speed!" (My memory is about 100% on this one, though.)
Now, "C.R.E.E.P." came out not long after we had recorded "Southern Mark Smith". Somebody at JBC Central (Mitch?) brought home a copy. We heard the b-side and were struck down with fear, for we ourselves were not sure whether somebody was having a pop at our gang (with Lolo Mcginty) or not. The man on the website clearly felt the same way, for he writes authoratitively for anyone who is paying attention that the McGinty hereinabove referred to was indeed the talented wee monkey boy who played bass for us.
You can see what is going on here - there is a "Pat" in the title, a "McGinty" in the lyric and it came out about the same time as our "Smith" record. You can see the way that Hank's mind is working here, can't you, Mister Holmes?
Trouble is...it's not right. "Pat, Trip Dispenser" was already in the can before the Fall even heard our record. It is therefore definitely NOT an "answer record" to "Southern Mark Smith". And, as ever, the clue is in the title. Those who know the history of the Fall well will tell you that the song is in fact a blast at infamous Manchester dealer, Pat McGinty. (Oh yeah - Pat, Trip Dispenser!) There had been a bit of customer dissatisfaction on the band's part, and this was their way of getting back at the naughty pharmacist (no, don't start...)
So there you have it. Not the JBC, but some dodgy Mancunian c***. Hope that clears things up.
mikey_doyle[at]-remove-me.com - Mike
10Sep2010 2:32 PM (6 years 290 days ago)
This is funny. You've not lived till Mark E Smith has slagged you.
But I want the original!
cliftonr[at]-remove-iandicomputing.com - Clifton in Honolulu, Hawaii
8May2006 9:34 PM (11 years 51 days ago)
So does the original version (the one which appeared on the US v of Bloody Nonsense) appear on any album now in print?
I just picked up a copy of Scandal in Bohemia and will be adding Draining the Glass, but it's just not the same as that first exultant version of SMS which was part of my first JB exposure. Along with 'The Devil is My Friend' - and I have the same question there, is that on anything currently in print and affordable? Vinyl copies of Bloody Nonsense are apparently selling for about $75 to the mad, desperate and/or lucky.
nicodelbosque[at]-remove-netscape.net - Bozeman, USofA
11Apr2005 12:28 PM (12 years 78 days ago)
This is my all-time favorite Jazz Butcher song (with close competition from Nothing Special). This record rarely leaves my turntable at this time of year - still the perfect theme for a spring afternoon pub crawl after all these years. Thanks for the music, Pat!
The original version is on the US compilation Bloody Nonsense - good luck finding it! I don't know why they put the "big return" version on the Draining the Glass compilation, which does have some great Glass Records era track on it (but no Jazz Butcher v. Prime Minister!). I still prefer to listen to the vinyl, but it's nice to have a backup!
ideas[at]-remove-educideas.com - tim
1Apr2005 8:13 PM (12 years 88 days ago)
...but why can't I ever find the more "uptempo" version of
"Southern Mark Smith"?
I, like most of you, have really fond memories of those years
listening to these songs...but for some reason, I can't find the
Anyone know where to find it?
Thanks Butchie for all the great times!
Dreaming of a Southern Mark Smith
stromk[at]-remove-gvsu.edu - Grand Rapids, MI, USofA
27Aug2003 8:55 PM (13 years 306 days ago)
In a short span of time, I have had several dreams about listening to Jazz Butcher records (always vinyl). In the first, I discovered, with great delight, that I had a box of Jazz Butcher cereal in a cupboard at my mother's house. I ate a bowl of it while I listened to Southern Mark Smith.
In the second, I found a Jazz Butcher record including a cover of Sympathy for the Devil. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Next, I dreamt that I was listening to another Butcher record featuring a song all about Sticky Language Goo. I thought this was absolutely brilliant, and I jealously wished that I had written this song myself.
Lastly, I was taking a psychology class in which the Butcher was the professor. I realized that I hadn't been very paying very close attention to the class, and that I would do very poorly on the final exam. The test asked us to describe the five stages of grief. I wrote something about denial, and then got up and left thinking that I didn't really need to be in this class anyway. After the test was over, I came back. I was relieved to find that he didn't seem to mind that I had blown off his class. He smiled at me flirtatiously.