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Are You Are Missing Winner

Original UK release
First released 5 November 2001 on Cog Sinister via Voiceprint CD: COGVP131CD and Limited Edition LP: COGVP131LP (released January 2002)

01. Jim's "The Fall" (Smith/Watts) 2:39  Lyrics

(We are new Fall)

799 or one million pounds
The next fork is endless
Fork out - I can't cover
Accused down courts
Endless

The road is locked up
The next bend might lock up
The next fork is endless

Endless outstretched hands
Are the result of all you've given
Close it out just for now
There's a fly way to the south

Road is locked up
The next bend might lock up
7 double 9 or a million pounds for you
Fork out - covered
We are the new Fall and you better have a look cop

(We are the new Fall)

Close it out, close it out

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02. Bourgeois Town (Leadbetter, arr. Smith) 3:41  Lyrics

And your wife
And your settee
Don't wanna be mistreated by neo-bourgeoisie
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town
Spread the news around

Open newspaper
What do i see
A politician with kids doing the best for me
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois blues
Spread the news around

Get on a bus
Keep head down
A DG gets on sits opposite like a clown
A bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town
I've got the bourgeois blues
Spread the news around

I've got the bourgeois blues
In a bourgeois town

And i go to park
For fresh air
I look around there's loads of beach bums and men with shaven hair
I've got the bourgeois blues
I've got the bourgeois blues
I'm in a bourgeois town
Spread the news around

I open mail
For letters from friends
Or maybe cheques
All I get is demands from the C.O. Exchequer
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois city
I've got the bourgeois blues
Spread the news around

Get on a train
To get out of town
Sat opposite a politician with his head held down
Walk back streets
To fresh air
I meet a journalist with no money for beer
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town
I'm in a bourgeois town

Note: Based on The Bourgeois Blues by Leadbelly (incorrectly credited to Robert Johnson on the album sleeve), a 1938 blues classic which tells the story about Leadbelly and his wife visiting Washington DC in 1937 and getting turned away from hotels & restaurants because they were black.

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03. Crop-Dust (Birtwistle/Smith) 5:31  Lyrics

It is cruel and blind
and does not compensate
the brutal fracture
leaves sprout all over
out in the heart of the garden

Your liver is one
Your brain is eight-twelfths of thought off
Your liver is one
Your brain is eight-twelfths of thought off

A quarter of the brain is left
to see it in 25 lines
on your mindset
infra-skunk-structure

The editor bedraggled, stumbled
some hurt, some days with film crew
their equipment strewn on the new development
as the rain tumbles down over the riverside complex
still uncovering up the ominous thunder of the hail

[backing vox: Deep in the sounds of your mind
you feel there's lost time but there's no ... etc. through next verse]

'chanted by skyscraper tall
Skyscraper tall
World War One soldiers in greatcoats and picklehaube [1]
Joined by the old singer from Manchester
"in the 1990s" [in odd "drunk" voice]

Brutal fracture
leaves sprout in the heart of the garden
A quarter of brain is left to see it in 25 lines
25 lines

Note: [1] picklehaube was German slang for the early helmets used in WWI - Picklespear

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04. My Ex-Classmates' Kids (Smith/Blaney) 4:50  Lyrics

Ahhhhaaaaaaaaghhhh

Cry for them
5 days per week
I cry for me, three days at least
I cry for me, I cry for thee

On radio
Politburo sucker
On cooking show
On cooking show

Ahhhhaaaaaaaaghhhh
My ex-classmates' kids

Pressure under and over
Pressure over the skips
Over price adverts
Broken down laptops

Ahhhhaaaaaaaaghhhh
My ex-classmates' kids

Talking show not end
They cheat the kids
I cry for them
I cry for me, I cry for thee

Ahhhhaaaaaaaaghhhh
My ex-classmates' kids

Talking show never end
To our populous
I cry them
I cry for me, I cry for thee

Ahhhhaaaaaaaaghhhh
My ex-classmates' kids

No end it it
Smell - dry twigs

Ahhhhaaaaaaaaghhhh
My ex-classmates' kids

Up your nose
Aftershave like little twigs...
Twigs

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05. Kick The Can (Smith/Pritchard) 5:12  Lyrics

Liars of all
You are flying
You are flying
You are flying
By sailing [?]
[?]
[?]

You gotta kick the can or I'm sailing some foreign land

You are sailing
And finish up a [?]
You're in the heart of France

A place very accustomed to your visit
A place very accustomed to your visit

You are flying
You are flying
You are flying

[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]

You gotta kick the can or descend in some foreign land
You gotta kick the can or descend in some foreign land
You gotta kick the can or descend in some foreign land

You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)
You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)
You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)
You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)

You gotta kick the can
You gotta kick the can

You gotta kick the can or descend in some foreign land

You are landing on a supporter of a swear word
Wholly entrenched
Entrenched

You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)
You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)
You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)
You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)

You gotta kick the can or descend in some foreign land
You gotta kick the can or descend in some foreign land

You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)
You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)

You gotta kick the can or descend in some foreign land
You gotta kick the can
You gotta kick the can (backing vox: You gotta kick the can)
You gotta kick the can or descend in some foreign land

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06. Gotta See Jane (R Dean Taylor) 2:23  Lyrics

Red light
Green light
Going through the dark night
Going through the pouring rain
I gotta see Jane

Window wiper splishing splashing
Calling out her name
I gotta see Jane

I left her arms to find my way
To plough my place in a world outside
I could not survive
Was deaf and blind [?]

The constant chase
To win the race
It's not a part of me
I've gotta find what I left behind

Red light
Green light
Going through the dark night
Steering through the pouring rain
I gotta see Jane

Byway, highway
Going up the highway
Going on a world insane
I gotta see Jane

A town of steel
That did not feel
That is surreal
It's not a part of me

I've gotta find what I left behind

The constant chase
To win the race
The frantic pace
It's not a part of me

I've gotta find what I left behind

And I can feel her arms around me
Reminded me of yesterday
When love & happiness were mine

I gotta see Jane
I gotta see Jane
Uh
I gotta see Jane
Yeah
I gotta see Jane

This is a barbaric crisis [? That's an apparant crisis]
Give yourself up [?]
Lackie [?]

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07. Ibis-Afro Man (Smith/Watts/Pop) 9:31  Lyrics

I ate a monkey breakfast
I eat a skunk for lunch
I living in the bush
I eat with my fingers
I don't use no knife or fork
cause I live in the jungle
I live in jungle

I'm living in the bush
I'm living in the bush
I eating with my fingers
I use no fork or knife
I use no fork or knife
I know elephants and lions
I'm an elephant hotel man

And I eat what I can
I eat what I can
I eat a monkey for breakfast
I ate a skunk for lunch
I'm living in the bush in a hotel
I'm an Ibis hotel man

I'm eating with my fingers
I use no fork or knife
Sometimes things double too slow
And the sky, the sky tremble above me
It looks so great

I eat with my fingers
I use no fork or knife
All I want's a hotel to climb
I'm an Ibis hotel man

I'm living in the bush
A round return, I'm a man
And I do what I can
And I do what I can

I ate a monkey for lunch
And for breakfast I have a snack
I eat a skunk for lunch
I'm an Ibis hotel man
I do elephants and lions
To the children that I provide
I'm an african man
I'm living in a ..

I'm an african man
And I do what I can
I got three minutes
I eat a lunch
I put it on the bill
I eat a skunk, I eat a skunk

[animal screaching]

[lyrics from Race With The Devil]

...my throat was dry
I look around, I looked around
And I always did
Uh uh uh [as in A Past Gone Mad]
I got christmas island
And join the troops
I got christmas island
I'm gonna join a cruise [? draw a truce / call a truce / join the troops]
When you look around, I sit down

A mission
I'm an average computer man
I do what I can, I do what I can
I do what I can, I do what I can, I do what I can
And here's one of my friends
He's gonna sing one of the old songs from trigger hap...
"Hello London, you lucky lucky people - Mark E" [sung by Ed Blaney]

I was walking down the street again and again

[mobile phone interference]

[outro of Birthday for 1 second with crowd cheering]

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08. The Acute (Smith/Fanning) 3:19  Lyrics

Do I look like I have on my forehead
Do I look like I have on my face
Complain here
And rip me off
My advice to you is this

Keep your pen with a cap
Don't press your finger in the wrong socket

And to sum up
The motive of this film is
Keep your cap on your pen
Keep your dick in your pants

Do I look like
I have...
Written on my forehead
On my forehead
On my forehead

Acute
Acute

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09. Hollow Mind (Smith/Blaney) 3:33  Lyrics

Silent view, hollow mind
Where you going?
Are you a throughbred kind?

Walk outside, take a look
Kick through the rubbish
'Cause you dont give a damn

Had enough, you seen it all
All the faces
How come you're so tough?

Silent views, hollow mind
Silent views, hollow mind

You had it all
You've seen all - that
But I reply
You don't know fuck

Silent views, hollow mind

How come pieces have come sore
How come so sore
How come so sore

Silent view, hollow mind

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10. Reprise: Jane - Prof Mick - Ey Bastardo (Birtwistle/Blaney) 7:02  Lyrics

And he has to put up with Brian [1]
He has, uh, to put up with, uh, Mark
He is a bastardo
Spen is a bastardo [2]
Spen is a bastardo
When Spencer walks down the street [2]
He say where's that white M... BMW
He's parked it in the car park
He's parked it in the car park
He wants to go to his home
He is a bastardo
Spen is a bastardo

And Steve, he has gone bald [3]
Because he has to put up with...
right...

Spen is a bastardo
Spen is a bastardo
He wants to rush home
He is a bastardo
Spen is a bastardo
Everywhere he go the people say
Spen is a bastardo
He love Brian [1]
He love Steve the mixer [3]
He love everybody
He doesn't like Ed though [4]
Ed is a...
Ed is [deliberately garbled]

Spen is a bastardo
Spen is a bastardo

Right... we're gonna go for it...
Second bit now

Ah Ur
I gotta find Jane
Ur
I gotta find Jane

A world of pain
It was surreal
A place of stone
It's not a part of me

Within hours and days
I was running scared

Oh
I gotta see Jane
Oh
I gotta see Jane

Red light
Green light
Going through the car parks
Soaring through the town and rain
I gotta see Jane

Window wiper splishes splashes
Tearing down the highway
I gotta see Jane

A town of steel
That is surreal
That cannot feel
It's not a part of me

I've gotta find what I left behind

Carers, cursors, [?], censors, [?]
Call out my name
I gotta see Jane

A town of steel
That could not feel
It was surreal
It's not a part of me

I've gotta find what I left behind

Woh
I gotta see Jane
Woh
I gotta see Jane

To find a way
To leave the world
Outside is cold
And left my heart inside

I've gotta find what I left behind

But out of there
I was running scared

Red light
Green light
Going through the dark night
Going through the town and rain
I gotta see Jane

Window wiper splishing splashing
Going up the high insane
I gotta see Jane

I left her arms
To [?] reach
It's [?]
It's not a part of me

I've gotta find what I left behind

Notes:
[1] Brian Fanning, who played guitar on the album
[2] "Spen" and "Spencer" refers to Spencer Birtwistle, drummer
[3] Steve Lloyd, the recording engineer
[4] Ed Blaney, the group's manager


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(CD: tracks 1-10)
(LP side 1: tracks 1-5; side 2: tracks 6-10)

Credits
Mark E Smith - vocals
Ben Pritchard - guitar
Jim Watts - bass, guitar, vocals
Spencer Birtwistle - drums
Brian Fanning - guitar, vocals
Ed Blaney - guitar, vocals
With:
Julia Nagle - keyboards (track 7 live portion)

Produced by: Mark E Smith, Ed Blaney, Spencer Birtwistle and Jim Watts
Engineered by: Steve Lloyd
Cover artwork: Steve Lee

Recording info & notes
Recorded at Noise Box, Manchester mid 2001.

The CD was sold at live gigs from 8 October 2001, about a month before its official release. Some early pressings of the CD incorrectly had tracks 4 and 5 reversed on the disc. The LP version was a limited numbered edition picture disc of 1,000 copies. The composition credit for track 2 was incorrectly given as R Johnson on the cover. A portion of track 7 is a live recording from the Mean Fiddler, London on 23 April 2001 - it includes Julia Nagle on keyboards (not credited on the album).

2006 Sanctuary reissue
Reissued on 29 May 2006 on Castle, a label of Sanctuary Records Group, CD: CMRCD1352 with the original cover and tracklisting plus bonus tracks:

11. Rude (All The Time) (Smith/Blaney) 2:44
12. I Wake Up In The City (Smith/Blaney) 4:40
13. New Formation Sermon (Smith) 2:04
14. Distilled Mug Art (Smith/Blaney) 3:33
15. My Ex-Classmates' Kids (live) (Smith/Blaney) 4:59
16. Where's The Fuckin Taxi? Cunt (Smith/Blaney/Fanning/Fisher) 5:09

Tracks 11-12 come from the single Rude (All The Time); tracks 13-14 come from the live & studio compilation 2G+2; track 15 comes from the single Theme From Sparta F.C. #2; track 16 comes from the single Rude (All The Time) EP.


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