are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set
are you ready?
are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set let's go
does your hair look right?
is your fly done up?
have you popped your pimples?
have you got your coat?
and some lippy on?
just keep it simple
are you all cashed up?
i can lend you some ?
well i'd be glad to
have you had a think
and a warm up drink
now! now! now! now!
are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set
are you ready?
are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set let's go
is the cat put out ?
is the iron off?
we don't wanna come home to a fire
have you trimmed your beard?
are your sandals shined?
do you look a hipster messiah?
have you got your keys?
have you got id?
did you bring a comb for gary?
have you had a think
and a warm up drink?
na! na! na! na!
are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set
are you ready?
are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set let's go
leave your book
and leave the mirror
cause you're already stunning
the sky above
was never clearer
and the engine's running
so cast aside
your novelty ties
and bury your vendettas
life is short
but tonight your ass is mine!
mine! mine! mine!
are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set
are you ready?
are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set let's go
well the end is nigh and
there's not much time
come on so get things rolling
life is pain
but we're okay
now! now! now! now!
now! no! no! no!
what've i forgotten?..... (the horns!)
are you all ready
are you ready get set
are you ready get set
are you ready?
are you all ready
are you ready get set
wade in the rising water
walk in the sinking sand
crawl through the shadow valley
to try to understand
i climbed a jacob's ladder
i fell down holy stairs
i found siddharta's temple
no answer anywhere
the minute you think you know got it
is the minute you know it's gone for a good
the second you pause his claws are on it
the tiger inside will eat the child
oh oh oh
i saw a hall of mirrors
i saw a burning wheel
i saw a rain of arrows
i lost the way to feel
i saw a million faces
stare at a falling sky
i saw the last horizon
the end of time
the minute you think you know got it
is the minute you know it's gone for a good
the second you pause his claws are on it
the tiger inside will eat the child
speaking in quiet whispers
you hear it everywhere
it leaves as you're arriving
arrives and you're still there
you drink the cup is empty
you pour the cup is full
you'll never get to hold it
it's always holding you
faded sun arises upon the park, the gates open on another day
birds awaken. breathing dragon trails, a man in overalls worries the weeds away
around, around, around, around we go
moths circling a candlelight
around, around, around, around
under the big eye
the river rolls
the gardens grow
and die again
another season
and overs throw their hearts away
in holloway park
and long ago
they roamed the rows
in other times
of lords and ladies
who lived and loved
forgotten souls
of holloway park, holloway park
and as the morning warms the joggers step the beat of their heart
a dozen mothers with their prams appear
the children play, ignore a homeless man who pushes a cart
a couple arguing don't care who hears
the river rolls
the gardens grow
and die again
another season
and lovers throw their hearts away
in holloway park
and long ago
they roamed the rows
in other times
of lords and ladies
who lived and loved
forgotten souls
of holloway park
the people descend from the office towers on borrowed time
unwrap their lunches and then run away
growing shadows on the afternoon, they creep to the night
school children kiss and smoke in latticed lanes
CHORUS
everybody here needs comfort
everybody here feels pain
and everybody here breathes atmosphere again and again
another day here is over the gates are closing on Holloway Park
I'm gonna get eyes tattooed to my eyelids
I'm gonna get teeth tattooed to my lips
A medal on my chest a mouth behind my neck
I'll get extra legs tattooed to my hips
When fatty get a stylist the world'll gather round
Shower him with gratitude and free love
When fatty gets a stylist you'll never keep him down
So eat up, eat up eat up
I'm gonna get hold a velvet windcheater
I'm gonna get hold a uranium tie
A chastity belt made out of felt
Horns on my forehead and scars on my thighs
When fatty get a stylist the world'll gather round
Shower him with gratitude and free love
When fatty gets a stylist you'll never keep him down
So eat up, eat up eat up
Fatty! Fatty! Fatty! Fatty gets a stylist!
I'm gonna add moles instead remove 'em
I'm gonna cut off the lobe of each ear
Put hooves under my feet so i can keep the beat
A woofer and a tweeter in my jaw so I can hear
When fatty gets a stylist! Fatty gets a stylist!
When fatty gets a stylist
The circus comes to town
Beggin' him for autographs and prenups
When fatty gets a stylist the calories abound
So eat up eat up eat up
Cant stand it when the sun goes down
and i'm still yawning in my dressing gown
like an old maid with her knitting
I got my mail order shoes today
but all parties are a season away
and gumboots would be more fitting
Sun, is there any chance of a warm change?
Sun please step on this rain, i'm going in....sane
Things are better in Spain
By myself eating coffee and cake
I think of all the friends that i could make
and i wonder if i still exist
New ghosts are living next door
I hear their dishes and their feet on the floor
Maybe a family...maybe terrorists
I don't suppose there's a chance of a warm change?
God please step on this rain, i'm going insane
Things are better in Spain
The sky's endless and the earth has a tan
The women kiss you and the men all dance
Even the dogs there have rhythm
The food hugs you and they drink in the sun
The kids play until a quarter to one
if they want to, you let 'em
Sunlight colours the land in Joan Miro's brain
London summers are grand but winter's so plain
Things are better in Spain
child is born
and you get it and you call it yours
child comes
and you raise it, you raise it up
i tried so hard to give you love
i tried so hard to give you love
i'm a stumbler, i'm a seeker, i'm a roller just let me fade
i'm a drinker, i'm a wanderer, i'm a loner just let me fade
let me fade, let me fade away
this heart, weary boulder
so heavy and i wonder now
sorry
i'm so sorry if i ever let you down
i tried so hard to give you love
i tried so hard to give you love
i'm a stumbler, i'm a seeker, i'm a roller just let me fade
i'm a drinker, i'm a wanderer, i'm a loner just let me fade
oh guy, you did it again
the bullet didn't even know you dodged it
you sign on, you like to pretend
but you never never never try
with good vibes
you're one of a kind
you never never never abide by video
oh well
heres 10 points for tryin'
jumping like a skipping rope
and ringing like the liberty bell
liberty bell, liberty bell oh the liberty bell
hold tight
my dead-ended friend
you bet i didn't ever even doubt you
you're someone
i like to defend
but you never never never try
So gun shy
and takin' a dive
you better hope it never ever that gets that bad, idiot
oh well
maybe next time
he listens to the stethoscope
and peals off like the liberty bell
liberty bell, liberty bell oh the liberty bell
So goodbye
my family friend
your parents didn't ever even notice you
tongue tied
acquaintance of mine
Sun's gold get it- roll
High noon city folds
In love, in war
He saw, he came, he conquered
Dog's day caught you on a down day
early on a sunday
off the leash and breathing underwater
Dog's day perving on a parkway
smiling on a friday
chasing cars all weekend, he's rewarded
the flasher!
Night walk. Heavy goal
Side walk ,hit it, hold
In love, in war
He saw, he came, he conquered
Dog's day caught you on a down day
Early on a sunday
off the leash and breathing underwater
Dog's day perving on a parkway
Smiling on a friday
Chasing cars all weekend, he's rewarded
the flasher!
The dirty old man
uh-oh, the flasher
I likes what I see
Oi, come here
When the doors close behind me and you
Wheels up, nothing more that you can do
Safe passage is never really guaranteed
Strapped to my seat, you're next to me
Now we've fallen from the radar
We've vanished from the sky
The plane went down
But I was not scared
Into the mountain, into the ground
The plane went down
But I was not scared
Eyes wide open and fearless
In a holding pattern to wait the weather out
Please embrace for impact, lost contact, throwing us about, throwing us about
See the lights of homes below
I fall to them and smile
The plane went down
But I was not scared
Into the mountain into the ground
The plane went down
But I was not scared
Eyes wide open and fearless
The dead have no problems, the dead have no pain
The dead have no knowledge to lose or to gain
A state of suspension we're one and the same
The plane went down
The plane went down
But I was not scared
Into the mountain, into the ground
The plane went down
But I was not scared
Eyes wide open and fearless
The plane went down
The plane went down
But I was not scared
Down in the middle of a burning flame
You got the world and it's turning again
Run like you're hopping on Aladdin's chain
You got the world and it's turning again
You got the world
You got the world
You got the world then it's turning again
Sing while you lie, you're converting the child
You got the world and it's turning again
Gold in the palm of the reader of the psalm
You got the world and it's turning again
You got the world
You got the world
You got the world then it's turning again
You lie in wait, cerebral ride
The call of the wild
So high, high, high, high, high
Cold as the maw of a rabid dog
You got the world and it's turning again
Crooked as the dial of a knock-off watch
You got the world and it's turning again
I wanna nibble on the crumbs of your warm cake belly
You lie in wait, cerebral ride
The call of the wild
The sun, sun, sun,sun
Did you ever really get it?
You got the world
You got the world
All bands are transient. The album 'Fatty Gets A Stylist' was mostly written and recorded on a lap top over... several months in the different locations we found ourselves in between Australia, South East Asia and our loft which is unfashionably located in West London.
Our singer's name is Kate Miller-Heidke. Her name may sound familiar but her voice will not. Not even her own band recognised she was Fatty's singer because of the unusual use of her lower register. Keir Nuttall is a guy who programs and produces.
Other musicians include bass player Justin Meladl-Johnsen (Air, Beck, Nine Inch Nails) and drummer Pete McNeal (Cake). Mickey Petralia (Flight of the Conchords, Back, The Eels) engineered and played percussion on much of the record.
'Fatty Gets A Stylist', the album, was mixed by Cenzo Townsend, a modern hero of the art of mixing and responsible for sculpting influences of ours such as Florence and The Machine, Bloc Party and Editors. He is such a genius they gave him an O.B.E. Or was it a Brit Award? Same thing. We were lucky enough to persuade him (it did take some bribery) to mix our record.
The album is due to be released in June, which is a terrible time of the year to release an album, although it worked for Jethro Tull.
We practice loose, Western Zen, drink martinis and enjoy nose-to-tail dining.
"Fatty Gets A Stylist sounds like nothing we've heard this year. It's fun, accessible and can find fans the world over" - recordoftheday.com
"It's good. So 80s Man!" - Nigel Harrison of Blondie
"The worst band name I have ever heard." Someone on twitter
Album Out July 1st
Pre-order Available on iTunes Now
Click here to download the track stems.
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