Latest Bill

Latest Bill

 Brighton, England, GBR
BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

Biography

Latest Bill is the next Serge Gainsbourg. He writes viciously honest songs about love and life. is love love? is the soundtrack to infatuation. Fifteen songs tell the brutally honest story of the love? life of mister b and illustrate the thin line between love and hate, between sexual ecstasy and murder!

The Night Closed In - Song Noir is about as dark a record as you could imagine. It includes Auschwitz songs like This Way For The Gas, Ladies & Gentlemen, alongside a Charles Bukowski story - The Most Beautiful Woman In Town and a playboy drug dealer's short but exciting life in Trafficante. All in all, a record guaranteed to make you feel happy to be alive or as it says in Be Happy ”Be happy, millions of people envy you.”

Strangely he's now rebelling by making a happy album, Gatecrash Nashville, to be released in 2010.

Lyrics

Where Did My Life Go By?

Written By: Bill Smith

Why did you give me such a hard on
When I’ve got no chance at all
If there’s a god, you’re a motherfuckin’ dog
To play such a cruel call
To love is a painful thrill
No love is more painful still
But oh, it is the worst of pain
To love but to love in vain
Here I am walking the streets
30 years have passed by in just a sigh
Starin’ up at young lovers in the windows
Where did my life go by?
When you die you have to lie
So many ages in the ground
So before I hit three score
May I be lucky in love once more
A dead man thirsts for the pleasures of life
For a lovely young body who in me finds delight
May she come to my bedroom, for love's secret play
And drive my age-old cares away
Here I am walking the streets
30 years pass by in just a sigh
Starin' up at young lovers in the windows
Where did my life go by?
My women tell me every day
That all my bloom has passed away
And they say where is your hair
I'm sure I neither know nor care
All I know as death comes nearer
The joys of life feel sweeter and dearer
And had I but one hour to live
That little hour to bliss I would give
Here I am walking the streets
30 years pass by in just a sigh
Starin’ up at young lovers in the windows
Where did my life go by?

Heartless Heart

Written By: Bill Smith

My long love, my sweetheart, how can I be true?
I must be faithless to me, or faithless to you
For what the heart wants, the heartless heart will do
And when it's over, it’s over, when it’s gone, it’s gone
And there's nothing either one of us said or did
That was ever really wrong
I don’t know how love comes, or why it disappears
But I lost the most beautiful love
It's the end of the affair
For 13 years, just like the first night, hand in hand
we climbed the stair
Up to the stars and the tenderest love that two could
ever share,
But then, it’s not there, it’s just not there
And you can’t get it back, by wishing it back
When love won’t it won’t
And you can't force anyone to love you
When they don't they don’t
I don't know how love comes, or why it disappears
When your heart is somewhere else
It's the end of the affair

Sad Bird Drop Heart

Written By: Bill Smith

Sad bird drop heart
I can’t live without passion
My life is the streets, the sheets, the beat of the heart
It's a gambler's life, I fashion
She stood by the bed
Dragging sheets behind her
Like a bird like an angel spreading her wings
I asked her
How can you do this?
And she shot back the same as you
She said, love is not meant to be hoarded
She said, love is meant to be spent
Sad bird drop heart
I can't live without passion
My life is the streets, the sheets, and the beat of
this heart,
It's a gambler’s life, I fashion
I drive across the city in a bath of neon newness
The throb of life is all around
I'm walking on the tightrope of love
Heading for the greenhouse
And I don’t wanna slow this life down
Eyes shining, she comes out on the street
looking beautiful,
Breathless, dripping wet in a black coat and a
white scarf
He bought her a drink; she brought her portfolio
They looked at it together, it was so easy to laugh
They told each other all their stories
They told each other so many secrets
If this is friendship, it's way deep
If this is love, it's for keeps
Sad bird drop heart
Sad bird drop heart
The greenhouse hots up after midnight
In they come for intense living
The musicians, the writers, the poets
The showpeople, the bartenders, the gamblers,
the detectives,
Small winners and big losers, artists and
newspaper men
People who love someone who don't love them back
They throw their money on the bar
They wanna hear Sinatra or Tom Waits
People who love whisky and cigarettes
People who love conversation, who love flirting
People who love casual glances, and not so
casual glances
People who love the half-light and the streets full
of savage risk
People who smoke roll-ups, people who smoke hay
or green
And businessmen who buy young girls cigars
The girls take one puff, throw them on the ground
While the businessman would be lover laughs
Some come to be seen, some come to see
And as I looked around I'm happy
And as I looked around I thought you might love me
Sad bird drop heart
Sad bird drop heart
I can't live without passion
My life is the streets, the sheets, and the beat of
this heart
It's a gambler's life, I fashion
When you wake up in the morning
Do you think of me first? I first think of you
When you're driving home from work, or stopping at
the garage
Do you hope to see me? I do you
When you hear my name do you hold your breath
And does your heart stop and your ears prick
Mine does and mine do, when I hear the name
of you
When you bump into me unexpectedly
Is it what you were wishing and hoping would sort
of happen
I wish it so often
And when I smile at your smile
Do you melt inside and feel that everything's all right
for a while
And when you go to sleep at night
Do you think of me last?
I last think of you
Sad bird drop heart
Don't you cry
Don't you start
My life is the streets, and the sheets and the beat of
this heart
In your black coat and your white scarf

Jumper

Written By: Bill Smith

I might as well be dead
I can’t see you
I can’t touch you
I might as well be dead
My arms reach out but fall through you
Was all a dream no a nightmare
All that I’ve got left is my grief and your jumper
Holding your jumper’s the only way to smell you
Was all a dream no a nightmare
Feel you and touch you
And stealing your jumper
Squeezing and sniffing and kissing your jumper
Was all a dream no a nightmare
I might as well be dead
I can’t see you
I can’t touch you
I might as well be dead
My arms reach out but fall through you
Was all a dream no a nightmare
You might as well be dead

Everybodeservalottaloveintheirlife

Written By: Bill Smith

everybodeservalottalovintheirlife
There's nothing like love to make you feel alright
I asked her out, and she said “Right”
“Coming out with you on Friday night”
everybodeservalottalovinintheirlife
I went out I got a kiss on the cheek
Best thing that happened to me all week
If it's love it'll surely keep
If it's not, you just sow what you reap
everybodeservalottalovinintheirlife
There's nothing in this world that can make you feel better
Than to get up in the morning to a sweet love letter
From a sweet voiced angel like Julietta
It's only seven days since I met her
And I never felt happier in my life
There's somebody out there for everyone
No need to be lonely it'll just come
Don't try to push it, don't act dumb
All that sweet love will be undone
everybodeservalottalovintheirlife
I never felt happier in my life
There's nothing like love to make you feel alright
If they're gonna love you, then they'll love you right
If they're not, they're gonna get out of your life
everybodeservalottalovinintheirlife
(rap it Emi)
you've gotta dive right in, put your heart on the table
je t'aime, iche liebe dich, love's tower of babel
don't be scared or afraid, just be open and be brave
like a rapper in love, a fighter not a slave
be bold and amazing, don't quiver in your coats
write in skywriting, if you're shy on post-it notes
yes, it's a big gamble to make a declaration
but faint heart never won fair lady, lad, or nation
the course of true love never did run smoothly
she likes cattle burgers, and you like muesli
his friends are big wallies and yours are the same
it's a minefield when you play the love game
but fifty years later, you look at each other
should have gone to specsavers and found myself another
only jokin' you know, you've made my life complete
let's hope that's how it goes and not you're a complete yay
speak soft words, not like a sharpening knife
'cause everybodeservalottalovintheirlife
there's somebody out there for everyone
No need to be lonely it'll just come
Don't try to push it, don't act dumb
All that sweet love will be undone
everybodeservalottalovinintheirlife
everybodeservalottalovintheirlife
There's nothing like love to make you feel alright
I asked him out, and he said “Right”
“Coming out with you on Friday night”
everybodeservalottalovinintheirlife

The Most Beautiful Woman In Town

Written By: Bill Smith

“Have you seen that beautiful girl on the dance floor
there, I know her”
“She’s gorgeous”
“Yeah, Cass”
“Yeah, I know her too”
“She's been around quite a long time you know”
“Yeah”
“I wonder what she gets up to”?
“She doesn't respect herself that's the thing, she’s
so gorgeous”
“Why not”?
“I don’t know, she just doesn’t love herself”
“How do you know”?
“She just gives me that impression”
“You’d think though if you’re so beautiful you’d live
such a privileged life, you know”
”Well, it doesn't always go hand in hand, beauty is
an inner thing”
I saw her dancing in the hotel bar
She simply picked him out, this ugly man
She turned around and looked him in the eye
And I can’t believe
The most beautiful woman in town
I played it cool, said “Would you like a drink?”
“Sure, why not”, Cass said, without a smile
“Do you think I’m pretty?” “Pretty hardly does you fair”
But she would not hear
The most beautiful woman in town
She took a hatpin, pierced it right through her face
“What d’ya think now?” Cass asked accusingly
Disgust and horror filled right through my veins
It hurts me too
The most beautiful woman in town
I pulled it out and wiped her bloodied cheek
The barman cried “You’re sick. Once more, and
you’re outta here”
“Fuck you man, what’s it to you, just get off my
case, it’s my face,
So what the hell.”
The most beautiful woman in town
We staggered home and fell right into bed
“D’ya want it now or in the morning?”
“Morning’s fine” I didn't want to rush
I liked her near,
The most beautiful woman in town
Cass laughed at me,”You are so dated
I've never met a man who’s waited”
The morning broke, we made love soberly
So wonderful
The most beautiful woman in town
We were great and then she disappeared
She came back grinning with a fig leaf
“I knew you’d be inside the bath right now
I got you this”
The most beautiful woman in town
I felt so proud when she came everyday
We laughed and drank without the feel of pain
Once or twice I bailed her out of jail
Her temper’s fierce
The most beautiful woman in town
I left town and bummed around for months
We'd had a row, her temper’s more than fierce
Her moods are closer to insanity
But I don’t forget
The most beautiful woman in town
“Well bastard, I see you’ve come back to town”
I smiled as we sat in the hotel bar
I looked at her and saw two glass head pins
Under each eye
The most beautiful woman in town
“God damn you girl, why haggle with your looks
Why don’t you just accept you’re beautiful”
“Beauty is nothing, men think it’s all I have
Wish I was you
You’re the ugliest man in town.”
We made it home, we drank some wine and talked
With Cass the talking flowed so easily
Her pretty laugh was like pure joy from fire
We moved so close
The most beautiful woman in town
And into bed, took off her high-necked dress
I saw it then, the scar across her throat
Was large and thick, an ugly jagged scar
“What have you done?”
The most beautiful woman in town
“Men pay me ten, they stop, I keep the ten
It’s so funny” “Oh sure, just watch me laugh
Cass you bitch, I love you don't you see
You’re so alive.”
The most beautiful woman in town
And in the morning Cass was singing
I stayed in bed, enjoyed her happiness
“Get up bastard, come enjoy the feast”
We breakfasted
The most beautiful woman in town
I drove her out onto the beach that day
It simply felt so good together
I cooked dinner and said “Come live with me”
But she said no
The most beautiful woman in town
I found a job and I went to work that week
On Friday night I went back to the West End Bar
The hours passed as I looked out for Cass
Where’s my woman?
The most beautiful woman in town
“I’m sorry bout your girl” the barman said
“Didn’t you know, she was buried yesterday”
“Buried”, I asked, “how could it be?”
“She cut her throat”
The most beautiful woman in town
I was a dog, deserved my death and hers
I should have made her live beside me
The night closed in and there was nothing
That I could do
The most beautiful woman in town

Trafficante

Written By: Bill Smith

They might as well hang a sign around his neck,
“Trafficante”
Sipping café con leche at El Yata in Paradise Bay
And all the women they look so fine
And all the drinks always arrive on time
And everything’s fine, yes it’s really fine
In paradise
He's doing lots of business, high class deals, all
around here
He knows every face, but no-one’s got a surname,
or a career
But all the women call him Mr Flash
And all the barmen call him Johnny Cash
And the old ones say, he's too careless that way,
in paradise
He gets his roast beef and his Yorkshire Pud
At Gary Lineker’s Bar
But it’s 88 degrees as he drinks his Tetleys
At the Kookaburra
And the sixty foot yacht glides in and out the port
and sometimes beyond
Where the timeshare baron cries, “let’s drop the
upstart”, drinking Dom Perignon
And Desperado’s on the jukebox each night
He's not aware, he's watching Audley fight
And everything's fine, dangerously fine, in paradise
He's got six mobile phones, ten gold chains but not
much for brains
Yet he knows there’s three tones of Moroccan Gold in
La Linea.
He’s too easy to spot through the marksman’s lens
He was careless that way
He might as well have hung a sign around his neck,
“Trafficante”
(Talkover): Devastating
And all the women still look so fine
And still the drinks arrive on time
And everything’s fine, still so fine
In paradise
Everything’s fine, dangerously fine
In paradise
(Talkover): Devastating
Everything’s fine, have some more wine
In paradise
What does it all mean?

This Way For The Gas, Ladies & Gentlemen

Written By: Bill Smith

We walk round naked, the heat burns our skin
In Zyklon B, our suits are delousing
Cold killer of lice and people in gas chambers
This camp is sealed so tight
We sit legs dangling, bacon & bread we gnaw
Sent just a week ago from Warsaw
Held by my mother's hand dear Lord
Where is she now, God knows
And Henri my French friend dreams of french wine
I’ll get it from a Strasbourg transport, the very next
time
Bring me some shoes with double soles, I ask
Patience, I’ll get you anything you want
And what if there are no more cremos I say
They’ll run out of people one of these days
“Stop talking nonsense,” Henri replies
We'd all starve to death if there's no-one left to die
Sweat drenched men in bunks of eight and ten
Nude withered bodies, the stink alone is hell
A rabbi wails so desperately
A muslim falls and is pushed away by Henri
Religion is the opium of the people, Henri shouts
If they didn’t believe in god, they’d have smashed
the cremos down
Why haven't you done it, I say rhetorically
“Idiot” is all he says back to me
It’s this way for the gas
It’s this way for the gas
Shiny brutal faces, carrying briefcases and whips
We stand straight, as the top SS arrive
Discuss their mail from their children and their wives
Their bamboo whips snap impatient by their sides
And then the transport comes and we all hear the
shouts
From tiny barred windows pale faces push out
Of terror stricken women and exhausted men
Give us water, give us air
The bolts crack and the doors fall open
Like fish cast out on the sand they appear
What's going to happen to us they say silently
But the camp laws say to the end we must deceive
A huge wave of people are prodded on the road
Like a blind mad river trying to find a new bed
But all they will find is the stench and the muck
Loaded like cattle in the back of a truck
The Red Cross van drives reassuringly beside
But it carries the gas that will kill every man, woman
and child
The enormous cross on its back, red as blood
Seems to dissolve in the sun
It’s this way for the gas
It’s this way for the gas
Among the SS, the woman commandant
Colourless hair tied in a nordic knot
Gun at her side, with a rat-like smile
She’s come to check out the new female crop
The lucky few are taken to her room
Where the boys from Zauna will shave their pretty
heads
Laugh at their outside world modesty
Before they fill her bed
Pick up your child another SS man roars
But she so wants to live, it’s not mine she cries
Big Andrewi from Sevastopol, grabs hold of her
You bloody Jewess, would you run from your own
child
And then above the teeming crowd, a girl appears
Soft blond hair she turns and stares at me
Listen, tell me where are they taking us
I say nothing, I know she says
Four Canada men lug a giant swollen corpse
Kicking children who howl like dogs
They throw this mound of meat on the sick
On top of the smothered, and unconscious in the
heat
I wish to speak to the commandant snaps an old
man
A young SS man laughs as he strikes him with a
hand
In half an hour you’ll talk with the top commandant
Make sure you greet him with a Heil Hitler
It’s this way for the gas
It’s this way for the gas
Meanwhile in the shit and dirt of the train
We find naked little bodies with bloated skins
Looking like monsters with enormous heads
We carry them like chickens, several in each hand
Throw them on the truck, throw them with the
women
The SS officer cries casually
But he’s more worried by his cigarette lighter which
won’t flame
My poor boy, the Jewish woman says, as I hand them
to her with no shame
I’m not a good person, I say to Henri
Damn all these people, I feel no pity
It’s natural, Henri says, it’s healthy c’est logique
Everyone relieves their hate by turning on the weak
Just when I thought it was all over
Another transport and then another train
I seize a corpse by the hand
But the fingers close round mine, my heart pounds
My heart is like lead then jumps in my throat
My nausea is deafening, like nobody knows
I begin to vomit then like a drunk
I weave away past the rails
I lie against the metal and dream of my bunk
Suddenly I see the camp as a haven of peace
Others may be dying but I’ve still strength and food
For this living moment, for today
It’s this way for the gas
It’s this way for the gas
But the lights on the ramp still have a spectral glow
The wave of feverish people, on and on they flow
Most still think they’re going to the washroom
They can't buy life with concealed gold
Experienced professionals probe every recess of their
flesh
Pull diamonds from the colon and gold from the
tongue
Gold teeth will soon be packed up in crates
On the train, bound for Berlin,
For days the whole camp lives off the loot
The Strasbourg transport was a good, rich train
Great columns of smoke rise in the sky
The black river flows over Birkenau
It’s this way for the gas
It’s this way for the gas

Discography

is love love?
The Night Closed In - Song Noir
Songs For The Betrayed World - The Life & Death Orchestra
Gatecrash Nashville - To be released in 2010