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Jackdaw Cheese
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Nige and Trev join as many clubs as they can but never turn up to any of them. Instead, they stay at home eating yummy Jackdaw cheese.
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Ranting, grooving, shrieking, psycho-jazz/rock/blues/classical/comedy/funk mayhem
On December 25th 2005 NIGE and TREV were announced as winners in no less than three categories in the 2006 International Online Music Awards (IOMAS)...BEST ARTIST, BEST COMPOSER and BEST SONG for their track entitled 'My Horse will never exist in Reality'. NIGE and TREV's drummer Dale Marshall also received the 2006 IOMA for BEST DRUMMER. NIGE and TREV are a ranting, grooving, shrieking, psychedelic, experiMENTAL, soup hurling,pendulum obsessed jazz/rock/blues/classical/comedy/funk duo who have a passionate devil-may- care, 'no-holds-barred' approach to music resulting in a rapturous hotch potch of euphoric whistling funk-folk pandemonium peppered with fevered bursts of whammy bar werewolf gibberish reminiscent of Captain Beefheart and the great Lord Buckley with distant echoes of Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, Jimi Hendrix and Miles Davis. Mick 'Trev' Clack's battered Stratocasters wail and howl relentlessly at the three moons of Planet Klennaar carving out a ricketty balsa wood platform for Frank 'Nige' Fish's reckless, unstoppable, scatterbrained Hammer-Horror love sermons. He talks in tongues, he yelps, he growls, he plays guitar upside down, he yodels, he bellows, he serenades, he lectures and occaisonally he even resorts to SINGING! NIGE and TREV also have a wacky website on MY SPACE. MICK 'Trev-or-is-it-Nige?'CLACK has his own website on MY SPACE... FRANK 'Nige-or-is-it-Trev?' FISH has his own website on MY SPACE... Nige & Trev also rear their ugly heads in a band obsessed with all things aquatic - FRANK FISH AND THE FINS....click on this Soundclick logo to visit their garish underwater world of psychedelic, high energy, flipper-hatted panto-rock:
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Experimental
Charts
Peak #112
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Mick Clack/Frank Fish
Rights
Mick Clack/Frank Fish
Uploaded
June 05, 2005
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Cheese motivated us to write this song.
Lyrics
Your father Your mother Your father Your mother Jackdaw cheese Jackdaw cheese I join as many clubs as I can but never turn up at any of them. Nothing's new There's no remedy My reflection is locked in a wooden box. OK ladies and gentlemen I'm back Yes after all these years of being away I am now back yeah ooh... Nothing's new There's no remedy Half a pound of tuppeny rice Half a pound of treacle Nothing's new I forgot my nursery rhymes Pop goes my arsehole Nothing's new There's no remedy Pop goes my arsehole It was pretty ordinary But maybe this was God Clouds part to reveal the great Golden staircase to Heaven A lorry jacknifed and locked horns with the best gift ever. A drowning man needs to be saved from drowning Someone trapped in a burning building needs to be saved from the blaze An addict caught up in the cycle of drug-taking. A cry needs to be saved from his addictions. We should like warmly to invite you to meet us at our place of regular worship services which take place at five to twelve every night and four o'clock in the morning every Sunday. You will find a friendly group of people with various bastardised pieces of shit hanging from their noses and you'll meet together to worship Bobby. Pop goes my arsehole She talks with her big red American mouth But it's not her real voice It can't be We struggle up the steep stone steps to the station where the front door used to be I hand him his jacket OK a big plate No such luck She picks the white cat hairs from the sleeve and car and frowns at the beer, the bear soup and bloodstains. Wooden jars and thin flowery covers everywhere. Yaow-yaowdah Correction, convention has left home. Guilt has moved in with all my friends and now I'm shaking these yellow, these cakin' weights. It's pissin' down. I plug in, switch on and then switch off. Switch on Switch on Your father Your mother Your father Your mother Jackdaw cheese Lyrics copyright 2004 Mick Clack/Frank Fish
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