Half Man Half Biscuit Half Hearted

Half Man Half Biscuit Half Hearted

Ah yes. Why spend time typing up the lyrics to Half Man Half Biscuit songs? Because they are gems like no other. We celebrate British bands and artists for seminal musical works (think Bowie or Elvis Costello) and, unless you happen to know the late John Peel's inside leg measurement or you were enlightened as a student, the majesty, wit and sheer intelligence of the HMHB opus is ignored. Shame, shame, shame.


Over the years a number of web sites have recorded some lyrics and a multitude of research notes for the songs [see the excellent www.hmhb.co.uk]. The latter are invaluable to understanding the wide ranging and often obscure historical references. The former are a mixed bag, with only a few songs listed.


So what started out as a full hearted attempt by me to record the lyrics so my sister could understand the songs has developed into a blog post and a project to educate the half-hearted masses and to provide a definitive song list with lyrics.

They'll be other crap on here too such as my own songs "Progressive Dads", "People called Wilson", "Blog-proof iPod", "Armchair Expert" and "Holistically Challenged"- I need to finish writing them first :)

"...Baby I'm from the Wirral Peninsula.
A merciless despot with nothing to lose"

Monkey Man, June 2007

Please note that all lyrics are mostly my interpretation and are presented here to assist you in understanding the songs. They are the copyright of others.

You should also pay a visit to www.chrisrand.com/hmhb/ for HMHB lyrics - a superb site with a superb range of listings

Wednesday 20 June 2007

Lark Descending [Editor's Recommendation]

My hands are stained with thistle milk
And I can see what a fool I've been
My hands are stained with thistle milk
Look at the state it's got me in

Trying to be Mansfield's very own
Like to be Mansfield's very own
Steve Malkmus [x4]

The fire that burned inside of me
That sank rapidly into vacancy and chill
And now my hours of happiness
Are darkened by the thought they are passing towards nothing

Yeah that was me down at Camber Sands
Signing in to my chalet as
J Buckley [x3]
Unlikely

I should have just got a job on the bins
The pay's better and I know some hard blokes
And I wouldn't have to pretend
That I know what rethorical means

I could have been like Lou Barlow
But I'm more like Ken Barlow

And now the notes taken from www.hmhb.co.uk

The Lark Ascending is "a romance for violin and small orchestra" by Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958). It can be heard to excellent effect under the opening titles to John Duigan's film 'The Year My Voice Broke' (1987). It's also a personal favourite of 'TV funnyman' Vic Reeves. More info here (ta Andrew Petrie).
"My hands are stained with thistle-milk" is also from Hardy's "Tess Of The D'Urbervilles", Phase the Third: The Rally, Chapter 4:
"She went stealthily as a cat through this profusion of growth, gathering cuckoo spittle on her skirt, cracking snails that were underfoot, staining her hands with thistle-milk and slug-slime, and rubbing off upon her naked arms sticky blights which, though snow white on the apple tree trunks, made madder stains on her skin." (thanks to Stuart Fairbrother).
Mansfield North of Nottingham, noted for a very average bitter and a football team whose Fall-loving fans are bigger than me.
Steve Malkmus Main Pavement man, now solo.
Camber Sands is a Pontins complex in East Sussex where Belle & Sebastian started up their 'Bowlie Festival' thing in '99.
J. Buckley i.e. Jeff, son of Tim, drowned in a tragic accident in 1997.
Lou Barlow One-third of Dinosaur Jr, more of Sebadoh, now with Folk Implosion. Comparisons with Nick Drake stand up, in my eyes.
Ken Barlow The most happening boring man this side of Rosamund St.