The Misbelieves

Next Window and what crawled out of it

Glass Flesh 4Glass Flesh 4, the latest in a series of Robyn Hitchcock tribute albums curated by Bayard Catron, has just been released. Previous volumes have been excellent, and Volume 4 is the first to include a contribution by The Misbelieves. Buy yours before they sell out (and they do sell out).

Robyn Hitchcock invented the internet in September, 1994. That’s when I joined the fegmaniax mailing list, a group where people who are interested in Robyn’s music can discuss other people who are interested in Robyn’s music (and sometimes even the music itself). It’s a cliche to say that “fegs are the nicest people”, and I consider many of them to be friends in every sense of the word, if you leave aside the fact that we’ve never actually met. “Touch You Natalie Jane” was written for a project showcasing original music by fegs, and the lyrics concern the sometimes uneasy boundaries between online and real-world relationships. Those boundaries became blurred beyond all meaning, five years later, when the song’s namesake died in the real world. Click here for song origins, downloads, and lyrics.

Click the image above for a 3-track playlist that includes “FYNJ” (a remix) and “Fuck You Natalie Jane”, a rough mix of the abandoned original NSFW version of the song, available here for the first time.


These are acoustic versions of five songs that I had originally produced on 4-track cassette. I was becoming increasingly frustrated with the limitations of the 4-track, and generally felt that the original recordings had ruined some decent songs. In 1996 I decided to rescue a few of them by recording live to two tracks, and for the most part I think it worked. I definitely prefer these performances of “Satellite”, “Ruby Falls”, and “Zoo Song” to the originals. As for “The Fault”, I think the 4-track recording is probably better, and “Well To Wonder” just isn’t a very good song.

Anyone familiar with the originals will probably notice that “Satellite” and “See Ruby Falls” are both significantly different from the originals, not just with regard to the production but also lyrics and structure.

Click the image above to listen to a playlist, or click here for downloads and lyrics to each song.


David’s follow-up to “Mr. Universe Has Got The Blues” is ambitious and even more haunting. A lovely gift from a former Bicycle Thief. Get lyrics and download “Life’s Little Lessons” at the Fever of Phineas.

In The Money

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Recorded on Music Street and © 2009 Music Street Music

No one ever asks So nobody knows what the girl with the sign out is selling And she isn’t telling She picks up a plate And serves up a tribute to something she hates and wouldn’t live without Then we’re on our way, to a play, we’re off to a play She might as well have a gun to her head As she slowly gets out of the car I’ve never seen anything like it before It’s like suddenly her misery isn’t funny anymore And we’re not in the money anymore The stage is a mess (What a dump, such a hell of a mess) The heroine trips on the hem of the dress she is wearing I’m past caring And he gets a laugh (What a joke, it’s a laugh and a half) With a throwaway line about his bitter, better half as she stumbles off And out of the way, in a play, we’re in a play She might as well have a knife to her throat As she tells me that I’ve been unfair I’ve never heard anything like it before It’s like suddenly her misery isn’t funny anymore And we’re not in the money anymore


Chainsaw Sally sends a guy to the Afterlife® and guess what? He finds it preferable to the during-life. I don’t know anything about horror movies but former Next Window drummer JimmyO does: he makes them. Chainsaw Sally is a character created by April Monique Burril and JimmyO. Shattered and Blue is a song by The Misbelieves.
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I remember that meatbag blood and bone factory Tightening around my soul Skin swamp bubbling sweat soaked pillory Desperate to keep control Oh it’s such a thrill To feel incorporeal Do I miss that pain wracked sad sack simpering Utterly bereft of charm With a heap of broken junk under each arm Not now that Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley and blue I got nothing left to carry Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley and blue Such a sweet, sweet thing I used to lie awake counting my breath out loud at night Praying I don’t run out I could hear each cell of my substance whispering Plans to sell me out I was so afraid To lose the mess I’d made I cut off my nose my legs my hands And my friends to spite my face With the cast of “Touched By An Angel” to give me grace But now that Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley and blue I got no reason to worry Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley Chainsaw Sally left me shattered in the alley and blue Such a sweet, sweet thing