Used To Be In Evil Gazebo Lyrics

Half Man Half Biscuit Used To Be In Evil Gazebo

I’m sitting in my Ladbroke Grove
Waiting for the NME
They’re coming down to interview me
But I haven’t told the others, ‘cos they’d mess around
and burp, and tell the truth and laugh at me for
drinking a classic red bottled by a medal-winning
estate on the banks of the Garonne

So then Bern, it seems every track on the EP involves
death, drunkenness, desperate poverty, diabolical
dealings, incest, murder and abandonment. Does this
reflect your current state of mind?

Well you know I have days. Those songs were written a
few years back when I had a few problems with someone
very close - things started to weigh me down - and I
generally don’t like to talk about it, you know.

Okay yeah, no problem.

What it is you see, is that you can love someone and
hate them at the same time, and I felt like I was on a
tightrope, kind of like a precipice - it was all a bit
deranged, and I guess that comes through in the music.

Yeah sure. Your guitarist used to be in Evil Gazebo.
Has that been an influence on your sound do you think?

Well those particular songs were about the descent into
madness which I found myself falling into. So obviously
I wrote those songs through nothing really to do with
erm, this new guitarist… and er, it’s all to do with
the ensuing psychiatric help, which I suppose is in
evidence within the lyrics. As I say, I don’t want to
go into that too much.

Right yeah. Your ex-girlfriend informs us - errm -
after her new band of course Pankhurst entered the
charts last week - that your treatment as such was at a
voluntary day ward and you went along there purely to
get people into thinking you were the new Nick Drake.

I’ve been in a mental hospital
I’ve been in a mental hospital
But I don’t like to talk about it - all the same
I’ve been in a mental hospital
I’ve been in a mental hospital
I’ve been in a mental hospital

I looked at the colour booklet they gave me in town
There was a picture of a young boy on the cover playing
table tennis with a big friendly bear
An owl was umpiring, and in the background, The
Tindersticks were opening the Hamilton Bland Memorial
Swimming Pool
Behind an ancient toga figure stood with his head hung
down in shame like an actress leaving a divorce court
He’d been found guilty of wearing a Brazilian shirt
with a number 10 on the back and swigging from a bottle
of lager, whilst talking of the beautiful game
Up on the beacon a balladeer with a big nose belted out
a broadside

Suspected murderer of Tupac murder suspect
Murdered
Suspected murderer of Tupac murder suspect
Murdered
Suspected murderer of Tupac murder suspect
Murdered
Murdered
Murdered