We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Magnum Bagpuss

by Exit From The Auditorium

/

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      £7 GBP

     

1.
Popeye's Blues 01:06
2.
Chasing Leaves 03:37
lyrics
Walking up to the Hilton Hotel It’s 8am and dark as hell And my steel toe cap boots are killing my feet And my Costa coffee’s gone colder than a witches teat I’m gonna strim the thorns outta this lawn And this Rodadendrum’s gonna wish it’d not been born I might jump on the mower, cut me some grass But not before sweeping up the carpark I’ve been chasing leaves all morning And I just can’t seem to stop yawning Cuz chasing leaves is boring Cuz the leaves just keep keep keep on falling Hop in the van, Magic FM And I can’t believe they’re playing that same track again Lionel Ritchie’s okay, but I need something more To get me through these arduous chores We’ve got litter to pick and weeds to pull As I think about how I should’ve turn up to school Coffee break's at 10, six hours to go In London even labourers drink cappuccino I’ve been chasing leaves all morning And I just can’t seem to stop yawning Cuz chasing leaves is boring Cuz the leaves just keep keep keep on falling
3.
If The World Ended Tomorrow 02:04
lyrics
If the world ended tomorrow I wouldn’t have to go to work Or polish my work boots, or iron my work shirt No moronic fools, no more rules to follow If the world ended tomorrow If the world ended tomorrow there’d be no more bills to pay No more overdraft charges, or PPI to claim No need to beg or steal or borrow If the world ended tomorrow If the world ended tomorrow I wouldn’t need to exercise There'd be no calories to burn or desires to deny No delicious food to chew or swallow If the world ended tomorrow If the world ended tomorrow I wouldn’t have to fall in love Do an online dating profile, get an online dating snub There’d be no heartache, nor joy, nor sorrow If the world ended tomorrow
4.
On The Townes Tonight 02:42
lyrics
Watching True Detective in your bedroom, baby With ginger cake and sparkling wine And as the credits roll a familiar tune starts playing And you held my hand so tight We’re on the Townes tonight He was born into influence and riches But lived in trailer parks for most of his life Playing dive bars for ten bucks and a jar of whisky Singing “waiting around to die” We’re on the Townes tonight So let’s dance on Bob Dylan’s coffee table Wear your favourite cowboy boots and I’ll wear mine From the Texas plains to the mountains of Colorado Counting stars on the Nashville skyline We’re on the Townes tonight You rendered him in wool and wire and stitches Had a few beers and had yourselves a time But the road’s his home so he went a-ramblin’ The cowboy poet wrote his last line We’re on the Townes tonight
5.
Must-See TV 03:36
lyrics
I once taught chemistry You’ve not got long to live They said to me So I started cooking meth I was an ad exec With a dead man’s name On my pay check And whisky on my breath A wealth of experience, none of which happened to me I was far too occupied with must-see TV I was a Mafia man Spent half of my life With a gun in my hand And the other half in therapy A hurricane came And flattened our town But an act of God won’t keep us down When there’s music in the street A wealth of experience, none of which happened to me I was far too occupied with must-see TV From New York to New Mexico From New Jersey to New Orleans
6.
Generic Love Song 02:04
lyrics
I wrote a generic love song for you The words aren't great but I hope they'll do Something about sunsets and something about fate Forgive me if I don't write you a generic middle eight I wrote a generic love song for you The words aren't great but at least they’re true I hope my lack of originality doesn't badly reflect On the level of sincerity you've come to expect I wrote a generic love song for you The words aren't great so far and they don’t improve All the songs on the radio that promised you the earth You wanted Mr Darcy but I’m hardly Colin Firth I wrote a generic love song for you I’ve forgotten the words so do-be-do-be-do And this is what love is actually like Expectations are never quite met, try as we might
7.
The Music He Makes 03:54
lyrics
When he was very young music spoke to him From John Denver to Led Zeppelin Just a backwoods Ohio boy with a guitar on his knee Now the music he makes speaks to me He headed out west seeking fortune and fame But none of the rock journalists could pronounce his name Until he signed a contract with Ivo-Watts and 4AD Now the music he makes speaks to me Some people love him, while others just can’t relate To his songs about kitty cats or the first time that he got laid Well songwriters are liars, but there are those with integrity And the music he makes speaks to me I’ll never forget the first time I heard him sing The whole room fell so silent you could hear the drop of a pin Afterwards I shook his hand and he signed my merch stand CD The music he makes speaks to me He’s a pugilist poet, a brawler with a guitar case Tattered notebook in his hand and a frown etched on his face As a young man he courted women, and now he courts controversy But the music he makes speaks to me So thank you thank you thank you for picking up a pen For writing the words you write and for singing them For getting up on stage in far away towns and strange cities Because the music you make speaks to me
8.
Pas de Regrets, Moliets 03:59
lyrics
Whiling the time away In this rundown seaside town Where the streets are paved with pine needles Courtesy is thin on the ground Where do all these women come from And how'd they get so tall You know It's hard to impress with a pigeon chest So they don't see me at all Mais pas de regrets, Moliets Is that rain on a tin roof Or the sizzling of food I think there's someone in the kitchen Something smells good There's a hole in my flip flop And a whole lot more But the metaphor is wearing thin My feet are just flippin' sore Mais pas de regrets, Moliets Drinking in the local bar A guy says "what's your story" Well how can I explain my life to you When it barely makes sense to me I don't know where I fit in But I'm not sure that it's here Among the rabbits and the wild pigs The cuckoos and the deer Mais pas de regrets, Moliets The guys wanna play basketball Half an hour and I'm dead It's first to nine, I'm at the three point line Let's put this game to bed You might think that I'm different But I'm really just the same With long hair and an Eastwood squint Like every poser in this goddamn place Mais pas de regrets, Moliets Got stung in the face by a winged beast Well I guess that's nature's whim But these weeds are victims of their own success So the strong don't always win Watching my sheets dance in the breeze A hawk hovers overhead It's like a low key episode of Twin Peaks Just based in France instead Mais pas de regrets, Moliets
9.
Jean-Marc 03:53
lyrics
My new boss, Jean Marc Is a dead ringer for Willem Defoe With side burns and a soul patch And a pouch of rolling tobacco In his hands that have been In the earth, in the soil In storms and in sunshine In all weathers they toil He says "today you're raking leaves" I reply "that's fine by me" All the while thinking it's the same thing Just in a different country And these two young French dudes Are both moody as muck “Como ca va, comme ci comme ca” Load up the Gator, load up the truck I maybe ten years older But that doesn't mean I’m a slob "You're a gardener with hay fever Why'd you ever choose this job" Well, I like my working mans suntan And the calluses on my hands Think I'm talking to myself here In a language no one understands Back to the cabin, 5pm It's been a long day and I'm beat Gazing at the Van Gogh on the wall A yellow house on a pale yellow street I turn to the chief who says "a de main" Drinking coffee from an old wine glass While Popeye the rheumy-eyed feline Hunts a hackeysack in the grass
10.
Ce n'est Pas Trop Chaud (Le Soleil Sur Ma Peau) 03:36
lyrics
The plastic peppered beach Where the kids drink beer with peach And the tagged up patisserie God knows what it all means I'm getting eaten alive By these bloodsuckin’ mosquitos While the middle aged nudists sit And just sip on their mojitos Oh oh oh, oh oh oh Ce n'est pas trop chaud Ce n'est pas trop chaud Le soleil sur ma peau The hammock where I lay Is it me or the earth that sways Camper vans parked in the shade The hippy dream fifty years too late Thinking back to when I was a child Running wild taking off my clothes And I would not leave the sea If there was sand between my toes Oh oh oh, oh oh oh Ce n'est pas trop chaud Ce n'est pas trop chaud Le soleil sur ma peau Fresh baguettes, guess it's time for lunch Get out your boules, let's play petanque Outside the seafood restaurants Where surfer dudes parade in their trunks And everyone here is on wheels If it feels good well let's go But I would rather use my feet Have a stroll take it nice and slow Oh oh oh, oh oh oh Ce n'est pas trop chaud Ce n'est pas trop chaud Le soleil sur ma peau By the shore the kites sure fly And there's a guy playing his hang drum As the clouds are painted lilac With the setting of the sun The skater boys are breaking bones Seasonaires are getting stoned Contorted wetsuits hang in windows Like decapitated ghosts
11.
Night Market 04:39
lyrics
Strolling into town To watch the sun go down Just stand and look around At the lovers in silhouette Browsing the market place Through the crowd I see your face And the guy holding your waist Smiles gladly as you pirouette Two steps and you were gone So I stubbornly stumbled on And on through the throbbing throng That congests the night market There are knuckledusters and knives Among the stuff that no one buys And if our civilisation dies Will plastic be all that's left In their brightly coloured attire The African ladies perspire As they braid the curls that little blonde girls Wear in dainty barrettes There are Buddhas and driftwood lamps Che Guevara socks and pants And a band of neon tramps Stamping names on bronze bracelets How did they end up here Did they one day just disappear From their homes and a career To selling ivory chess sets As a kid I was never strong Got bargaining completely wrong I'd haggle up instead of down And pay more than they'd expect How much does kindness cost Can you mend a mind that's lost Find the line where our paths crossed In this place called Moliets Strolling into town To watch the sun go down Just stand and look around At the lovers in silhouette
12.
Au Revoir, Simone de Beauvoir 02:11
lyrics
Paris in spring What a wonderful thing I never met anyone quite as forgiving In the seventy-four years that I've been living Oh, au revoir Simone de Beauvoir Arguing in the university park Maybe you felt That you were not in my class The truth is you were so much better by far Oh, au revoir Simone de Beauvoir Thinking about our time At the Sorbonne Did I really believe that I was a Don Juan Multiple lovers but you were always the one Oh, au revoir Simone de Beauvoir The contract we signed Has been on my mind Second to none, you were one of a kind My time is at hand and your hand is in mine Oh, au revoir Simone de Beauvoir
13.
35 05:02
lyrics
Just ate a bowl of cornflakes Got my feet up on my guitar case I might just sit and watch the rain fall Take a shower, make a phone call A few white hairs sprout from my beard Gonna shave ‘em all, make ‘em disappear Dry myself off, put on my kegs I look down and see I've got my fathers legs And I realise I'm thirty-five Thirty-five Some young guys wanna play bball They underestimate me cuz I'm not too tall So I head to the court, start to show off But now my knees ache, I got a wheezy cough Kids stay up late, booze and blow I just want my bed, I want my pillow Why do I always feel so tired Drink too much coffee, I'm completely wired And I realise I'm thirty-five Thirty-five There's young women everywhere But they don't seem to care that I've still got my hair They wanna know do I have a career Do I own my own home, where will I be in a year I wrote a hundred songs and not one hit I never thought I'd say I'm too old for this But not everybody's dreams come true What can you do, what can you do When you realise you're thirty-five Thirty-five
14.
Air de Seasonaires 02:38
lyrics
Oh, Agata Housekeeping ninja Redheaded butterfly With chinchillas and tequila Oh, Tommy Gun Bonnie Mancunian Popeye must be fed You're out drinking at the Singe Oh, Mia Have no fear Renaud is on the way With rose and kir Oh, Lord Seager So eager To get out on the waves To blaze the reefer Oh, Harriet Handstands at sunset Finish your demi peche Summer's not over yet Oh me, oh my I'm here, don't know why Sipping wine on the beach With a canine called Skye

about

Includes the EPs Tumbleweedin' and Cheap Thrills & Espadrilles, along with two previously unreleased tracks, remixed, remastered and compiled as a full-length album.

credits

released August 18, 2017

Words, music, guitar and vocals by Jay Fynn

Recorded at Artspace Studio with Tom Gillieron

Mastered by Rusty Poppers

Cover image by Jay Fynn

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Jay Fynn image

Jay Fynn UK

Lo-Fi Indie Folk Singer Songwriter

contact / help

Contact Jay Fynn

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Magnum Bagpuss, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Seafood Sam joins the show to discuss his newest album, " Standing On Giant Shoulders".
listen now