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Instruments and vocals on all tracks by Andy Partridge
with the addition of Dave Gregory - guitar and bass on 6
All songs were recorded at Andy’s home except 6 at Dave’s home
Mastered by Ian Cooper at Metropolis Mastering, London
Hinges and Fuzzy Warbles sleeve art by Andrew Swainson
A.P. photo by Carl Fox
(courtesy of Tracks magazine)
Fuzzy Warbles promotional artwork by Andy Partridge
Booklet compiled and designed by Gerhard Satke
AFTERWORD BY BOOKLET CREATOR GERHARD SATKE
Andy Partridge has not been involved in creating this booklet and did not authorise/approve it.
I made the booklet out of enthusiasm for XTC and Andy in order to please other fans.
It is meant for personal use only; no commercial interest is involved on my part.
The liner notes are original A.P. statements (largely posted to the Idea Records forum).
The song lyrics were taken from the Chalkhills site and partly transcribed/edited.
Recording information, credits, copyright mentions etc. are based on various reliable sources;
the acknowledgements are the only item that I put into Andy’s mouth.
I would like to thank John Relph for accommodating a variety of booklet sources,
Idea Records forum poster Young 02 for requesting liner notes on the Hinges songs,
Annie Sattler for transcribing the lyrics of Now We All Dead (It Doesn’t Matter),
Jon Rosenberger for sharing the Japanese F.W. advertisement including Andy’s artwork,
Neville Farmer for digging into all released songs, and Todd Bernhardt for revitalizing XTC.
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A.P. photo and original artwork edited by Gerhard Satke
Thank you thank you all who encouraged me to open up the demo archives,
all who supported me in putting together the series, and all Warblisteners.
Erica for not having been content with the role of just another satellite.
Big thanks to Virgin Records for making this series possible
All songs written by Andy Partridge and published by EMI Music Publishing.
This compilation Ⓟ and © 2006 Ape House Ltd. All tracks © 2006 Virgin Records.
Booklet Ⓟ and © 2012 PSCHÜDL! Publishing.
The eight regular volumes of Fuzzy Warbles are obtainable
from www.ape.uk.net
H.01
Gold
Written on a turned-down electric guitar after the original completion of the Mummer album
which Virgin went on to reject, asking that I write more songs. This was one of the extra tunes,
along with Great Fire [and ended up as the B side to the Great Fire single].
It’s a 4-track cassette demo. I had to hurry to finish this mix as the band was
Have you got Miss Fortune, she’s the daughter of rich parents, all she does is cry. One four-letter word is all she wants
but you can’t buy love so there’s no supply. Will you take your Master Charge, the boy who’s living well beyond his
father’s means. See his mother kill herself with work to keep her dandy in the latest jeans. Happy families is a kid’s
game. Happy families is your main aim. It starts out with a dealing in the middle of the night, and ends up with a full
house if you play your cards out right. Mum says Dad is cheating, you could see the grown-ups fight for happy families.
Happy families - a game that’s sure to please. Have you got your Master Race the bigot son who, like his dad, is full with
beer. Not so much a sun, more of a storm to her, to burn the books when Dad’s not here. Happy families is a kid’s game.
Happy families is your main aim. You start out with your first cub and you think that life’s a song. You’ll end up with a
wolf pack if you lay your cards out wrong. Dad says Mom is cheating, you can see the children long for happy families.
Happy families - a game that’s sure to please. Have you got Miss Carriage, she’s the girl who wants a baby that she
cannot find. Strange, the ones who want to win the race are usually the ones who fall behind.
meeting up with Miles Copeland for dinner. He wanted to poach us
away from our original manager, out of the frying pan eh?
H.02
Now We All Dead (It Doesn’t Matter)
If my crappy memory serves me cod and chips, this was penned early on for The Big Express.
The vocal track of the demo was decayed badly when I came to clean it up,
Here comes President Kill again, surrounded by all of his killing men. Telling us who, why, where and when, President
Kill wants killing again. Hooray, ring out the bells, King Conscience is dead. Hooray, now back in your cells, we’ve
President Kill instead. Here comes President Kill again, broadcasting from his killing den. Dressed in pounds and dollars
and yen, President Kill wants killing again. Hooray, hang out the flags, Queen Caring is dead. Hooray, we’ll stack body
bags, for President Kill instead. Ain’t democracy wonderful, them Russians can’t win! Ain’t democracy wonderful? Lets
us vote someone like that in. Here comes President Kill again, from pure White House to Number 10. Taking lives with
a smoking pen, President Kill wants killing again. Hooray, everything’s great, now President Kill is dead. Hooray, I’ll bet
you can’t wait, to vote for President Kill instead.
so I thought a little cosmetic distortion would smooth over ugly unintentional groo.
Also the front of the tape was badly mangled; I had to start from where I could.
Didn’t make it onto the album because I wrote the sentiment better in This World Over.
H.03
Rain Of Blows {EARLY VERSION}
Just that, really.
Me stirring around in a half formed idea of a song.
I knew it could be better.
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Do you know what noise awakes you every morning from your bed. A coming from the farthest hillside, a coming from
inside your head. You have heard, you have heard the loudest sound in this and every world you can think of - louder
than tanks on the highway, louder than bombers in flight, louder than noises of hatred. Dancing us from darkest night
is the rhythm of love, powered on by the beating of hearts. And did you know you had this power? Drumming on it
always stays. Never try to use it badly, tunes of good are all it plays. You have heard, you have heard the loudest sound
in this and every world you will visit - louder than tanks on the highway, louder than bombers in flight, louder than
noises of hatred. Dancing us from darkest night is the rhythm of love, powered on by the beating of hearts. For a heart
without love is a song with no words and a tune to which no one is listening. So your heart must give love and you’ll
find that you shine like the rain on the leaves you’ll be glistening. You have heard, you have heard the loudest sound in
this and every world you can think of - louder than thoughts of dictators, louder than rattling swords, louder than
cracking of rifles, louder than screaming warlords, louder than tanks on the highway, louder than bombers in flight,
louder than noises of hatred. Dancing us from darkest night is the rhythm of love, powered on by the beating of hearts.
H.07
Happy Families
Another of XTC’s Home Life songs, inspired by the kids’ card game. Do the kids control
the parents or do the parents control the kids? This is the Linn version (i.e. version 2;
there was an earlier demo with more primitive bonk box) I brought in for Mummer.
I liked the words and the melody but for some reason it never seemed to click in the sessions.
We did a studio recording years later for the John Hughes movie She’s Having A Baby
but it’s heard only as an instrumental mix coming out a transistor radio.
H.08
Here Comes President Kill Again
When I walk the dog, I get ideas, and the pace I walk determines the tempo of the song. This one
about our powerlessness over governments’ ability to kill is like people chanting a nursery rhyme.
Here comes the 8-track cassette demo for Oranges and Lemons; Alesis drum machine and synth
brass to the fore. Sometimes I wish I had Herb Alpert permanently on call to play any trumpet
Looks as if you’re dropping mirrors by the gross. Looks as if your nine lives have left town. If you paint in grey and
drear, Eldorado will appear and run a sword through all the fears that pull you down. And it’s okay, as the setting sun
will colour everything around you gold. And it’s okay, as the setting sun will colour everything around you gold - gold,
gold, gold, gold. Seems as if you need a lighthouse in your dark. Seems as if I’m now your native guide. When the fog is
drawing in, Chinese dragons made from tin will trample over all the things that pull you down. And it’s okay, as the
setting sun will colour everything around you gold. And it’s okay, as the setting sun will colour everything around you
gold - gold, gold, gold, gold. And all the pebbles in your shoes are precious stones, and all the skeletons in closets merely
piles of harmless bones. And all the pebbles in your shoes are precious stones, and all the skeletons in closets merely
piles of harmless bones. And it’s okay, as the setting sun will colour everything around you gold. And it’s okay, as the
setting sun will colour everything around you, even though it’s brown, you’ll see your old brick town turn gold.
parts I can think up. God, I love golden trumpets, and want to have evil sex with them.
H.09
Beating Of Hearts
Whenever I see that piece of film of the Chinese student standing in front of the line of tanks,
I think this expresses the sentiment I meant to convey in this song that the heart is stronger than tanks and bombs and screaming war planes.
The demo of what became the Mummer album opener a year later is an early 4-track recording,
captured in my back bedroom in ‘82 after recovering from a cold. The tape is very decayed
On Jacob’s ladder with an angel up my back. He says he never thought that Russia would be first to attack. It doesn’t
matter, not worth the chatter, it doesn’t matter, now we all dead, now we all dead, now we all all all all all. On Jacob’s
ladder with an angel up in front. He says America should never put ‘em up to such a stunt. It doesn’t matter, not worth
the chatter, it doesn’t matter, now we all dead. On Jacob’s ladder, Albert Einstein to my left. I think he’s crying at the
way we have misused his gift. It doesn’t matter, not worth the chatter, it doesn’t matter, now we all dead. When you get
to heaven will you be pardoned? Do you think he’ll shake your hand and say ‘thank you’ for spoiling the garden? On
Jacob’s ladder with a shopping basket in my hand. Picking the mushrooms that are sprouting up across our green land.
It doesn’t matter, mad as a hatter, it doesn’t matter, now we all dead. On Jacob’s ladder, shouldn’t be here yet like seem
so steady. How can we talk to politicians who seem dead already? It doesn’t matter, not worth the chatter, it doesn’t
matter, now we all dead. On Jacob’s ladder... It doesn’t matter, not worth the chatter, it doesn’t matter, now we all dead.
on top of poor recording I’m afraid. Found a new guitar tuning and was going to use it:
Every string is E, ironically similar to the Glitter Band tuning of every string being A,
with Pete Phipps coming just around the corner.
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A rain of blows, a rain of blows., a rain of blows will all cascade upon your shoulder. How can anybody find the soldiers
when there are such crazy odds? I don’t believe in your gods while all you feel this is right and little changing them all
where the things to define that are never void. A rain of blows, a rain of blows., a rain of blows will only grow up into
orchid. How can anybody... [Gibber verses] A rain of blows.
H.04
Reign Of Blows
It’s getting somewhere near it now. Brutal E-tuned guitar, nice distorted harp.
I was happy with the lyrics - a good high pile of soapboxes to lecture from.
You hear Linn drum here; the Big Express version saw Pete Phipps drumming.
H.05
Jump
This one is almost as close as we get to easy listening.
One of my first 4-track demos. I’d written a tune that I thought the others might laugh at,
or was exposing too much of the inner me, so I had to be coaxed along with it in the studio.
Don’t think anybody really got behind it though, thus it was born to be a B side
[and eventually played this role on the Wonderland single]. Maybe it was just a weak song
and the recording process was its last gasp. But I know a lot of people like it.
H.06
Shake You Donkey Up
I always wanted to do something like Beefheart’s Sure Enough ‘n’ Yes I Do from Safe As Milk really sassy but with a hayseed edge to it. Recorded in Dave’s front room on his reel to reel
for The Big Express. That’s me and him on guitars and I think him on his Fender bass.
Clumsy key change in place, but not bad for feeling it out. Virgin wanted this
as a single from the album, even to the point where I went to Bristol
to script out a storyboard with Peter Lord of Aardman animation.
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A reign of blows, a reign of blows, a reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders. Far too many men dressed up
as soldiers. The lamb is brought to the ground under the weight of the crown, a crown of thorns and dark deeds. The
swastika and the hammer and symbol are sickles that reap only weeds. A reign of blows, a reign of blows, a reign of
blows precedes a storm of revolution. People have no place in their solution, and torture raises its head, decked out in
blue, white, and red. And iron maidens will slam. And by the half light of burning republics Joe Stalin looks just like
Uncle Sam. A reign of blows, a reign of blows, a reign of blows has washed away the corpse of Abel. Cain is now the
king in every Babel. I just don’t care who you are when death pulls up in a car, talking in terrorist tones. Remember
violence is only a vote for the Black Queen to take back the throne. A reign of blows...
Scared of love, love and swimming pools. Falling in you said was for fools. But when you’re standing on the edge you
won’t hear me because your blood is singing. Jump jump, go ahead and jump jump if it’s what your heart is wanting to
do. This is real life you’re dreaming through and there’ll be no wake up. Jump jump, go ahead and jump jump if it’s what
your heart is wanting to say. This is really your lucky day and there is no glue to hold you down, so go ahead and - go
ahead and jump! Scared of love, love and aeroplanes. Falling out you said took no brains. But if your flight is going rough
your soul will lead you to the nearest exit. Jump jump, go ahead and jump jump if it’s what your heart is wanting to do.
This is real life you’re dreaming through and there’ll be no wake up. Jump jump, go ahead and jump jump if it’s what
your heart is wanting to say. This is really your lucky day and there is no glue to hold you down, so go ahead and - go
ahead and jump! While you’re waiting time is grinning. Clocks and watches laughing at your indecision. While you’re
waiting worlds are spinning. Find another heart and drive into collision. Knowing this can you tell me you’re... Scared
of love, love and swimming pools. Falling in you said was for fools. But if you’re standing on the edge you won’t hear me
because your blood is singing. Jump jump, go ahead and jump jump if it’s what your heart is wanting to do. This is real
life you’re dreaming through and there’ll be no wake up. Jump jump, go ahead and jump jump if it’s what your heart is
wanting to say. This is really your lucky day and there is no glue to hold you down, so go ahead and - go ahead and
jump! Scared of love, love and swimming pools. Scared of love, love and aeroplanes. Scared of love...
Here he come again, dressed in all that skin like he was still human being. Look at he long ears and he big brown eyes,
and with them the truth he’s seeing. Isn’t it a shame you kicked that girl. Isn’t it a shame she kicked you back, jackass.
She really shake you donkey up, she really make you donkey up, she really shake you donkey up, quite a packet. How
she carry you over thick and thin ice. You still dug you spurs in. Now you got to walk, laden down with shame. Not just
you back that’s hurting. Isn’t it a shame you kicked that girl. Isn’t it a shame she kicked you back, jackass. She really
shake you donkey up, she really make you donkey up, she really shake you donkey up, quite a packet. And children
saddle him for riding. Pick a fight with love and she will tan your hide in. She really shake you donkey up, she really
make you donkey up, she really shake you donkey up, quite a packet.