Julian Gaskell & his Ragged Trousered Philanthropists

Julian Gaskell & his Ragged Trousered Philanthropists

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New wave balkadelic surf klezmer, mambo accordion, polka washboard, romantic faction, world music for hairy men with flared trousers and aviator shades www.raggedtrouseredphilanthropists.co.uk www.myspace.com/raggedtrouseredphilanthropists

Biography

"Foot-stomping, accordion led show tunes with a great line in poetic socialism... songs that keep the class war alive and kicking" 24-7 magazine, May 2009

Julian Gaskell & his Ragged Trousered Philanthropists are a four piece outfit from Cornwall who play garage-punk-klezmer-balkadelia. Having performed at hundreds obscure locations in the UK, Poland and Czech Republic since forming in 2006, their music has mutated and grown from its humble folk origins into the racket that is their forthcoming album “Here the repellent harpies make their nests”, due for release in August 2009.

Some Press Quotes:

“Bourbon-soaked vaudeville gypsy hoedown punk” Time Out Magazine, London

"A band rootless, wandering and skint but with a keen ear for whatever interesting tune might come their way, and an eye on the nearest charity shop or flea market for an instrument to play it on… this is the genuine 'skiffle' of the modern age." BBC Radio Cornwall

“A pioneer of new wave skiffle and the use of acoustic instruments as weapons of new punk, Julian Gaskell is one of Britain’s few truly original folk masters.” ManchesterMusic.co.uk

“Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, the finest and arguably the most unique band to emerge in Cornwall.” The Cornishman

Lyrics

Bottle of luck

Written By: Julian Gaskell

I've heard enough about going to town, there's nothing for us there

Just a queue of pissed stuffed animals who've not seen facial hair before

I'd love to point and stare some more but I can't pretend to care

So spare me this going into town

I'm getting too long in the tooth while I'm waiting for this pint

And my thoughts will all be sewage by the end of the night

Though it might save me from the details without turning out the lights

Spare me this queuing for a pint

Cos I used all tomorrow's good luck today

What was I gonna do with it anyway?

Put it in a bottle, piss it all away

We used all tomorrow's good luck today

I'm not having remixes and balkan beats

But I'd send them all to remedies just to keep them off the streets

Though they might keep the DJ in new mirrors and satin sheets

Spare me the remixes and beats

Cos I used all tomorrow's good luck today...

I've had enough of hearing about things and stuff

So many many fine words but the actions not enough

Are we living in a time that has to look so rough

Spare me the things and stuff

Since I used all tomorrow's good luck today...

Words and music by Julian Gaskell ©2008

Pushing up the weeds

Written By: Julian Gaskell

Put the music in a coffin, bury it at midnight

I'll save a plot beside it just for you

When your complaining days are over and you're lying down beside the racket

Feigned your death to get a mention in the packet

But your work round here is done

I'll be pushing up the weeds

Cos everywhere I go there's nothing

And everything we know means nothing

Where there's too much silence to be broken

Pushing up the weeds

Cos every seed we sow gets nothing

And nothing ever grows from nothing

But it'll take this place down, stone by stone

When the whole town is quiet and the billboards are all clean

And curfews been placed on everyone and everything

You can sit over there safe in the knowledge the struggle's over

no scratches on your bumper, your chicken tonight charm boiling over

pushing up the weeds...

From the tallest ship I surveyed your ivory towers

Loaded up with gifts of out of date ales and flyers

A tribute act was playing but I heard a different sound

Of a root in a crack in a hole in the ground

pushing up the weeds...

Mills and Boon

Written By: Julian Gaskell

Barbed wire and sleaze is all that I've known

Where the rosebuds and romance used to roam

Free as the covers allowed us to be

A ring made of coal and a bed made of ash

Is all that survived where the hearts used to crash

When life's simpler pleasures have bitten the dust

Need a zimmer frame to lean on...

mills and boon, mills and boon

read one today, I'll read another one quite soon

I'll be content to sit alone here in a room

with a bottle of lambrini and some mills and boon

Mills and boon, mills and boon

It's hardly started but the end is coming soon

I'd give it some more thought but I just ain't got the room

For hearing the things that I don't want to hear

ripe with this nonsense it beckons to me

Down moonlit paths where subscription is free

Am I going to do something that we'll all regret

Strangers at weddings without invitations

Offending the neighbours, friends and relations

When life's simpler pleasures have bitten the dust

Need a zimmer frame to lean on...

mills and boon, mills and boon...

Mrs Mills, Mrs Mills

One tinkle on your ivories could cure all of life's ills

I'll be content to be alone here with my fill

Of babysham and records by the late great Mrs Mills

Mrs Mills, Mrs Mills

They've all forgotten but I love you still

They never got it, so I've got no time

For hearing these things that I don't want to hear

Grown men don't just drop dead in the street like that

Written By: Julian Gaskell

What with the distance and the tv

A stay at home protest I thought was best for me

Though this apathy's a vote for all the things I don't agree with

For extinction at some point between the cockroaches and bees

TSG, SPG, CCTV

Theres never any witness where there ought to be

Don't want any trouble, don't want to start

But theres a mute dark canyon between the voice and the heart

It was like I wasn't there

Like he wasn't there

Like no one was there

Don't need a high vis vest, steel toe or hard hat

To know that grown men don't just drop down dead in the street like that

Spare me the worry and unpleasantness

Keep your sins to yourself theres no need to confess

Get to the punchline without waiting for it

Swimming for the cockles without wading in through shit

TSG, SPG, CCTV

How many acronyms will it take to set us free?

Don't want any trouble, don't want to start

But theres a mute dark canyon between my voice and my heart

It was like I wasn't there...

Hit by a car, trod underfoot,

picking up the roadkill, put in the boot

half a million reasons to get an umbrella

so when they look at me they see the other feller

TSG, SPG, CCTV

But somebody turned a blind eye to the one that could see

Don't want any trouble, don't want to start

But theres a mute dark canyon between my voice and my heart

It was like I wasn't there...

Weep in your beer

Written By: Julian Gaskell

The weather's all gone funny, water's on the rise

They said that this would happen but we didn't realise

That the flowers would wilt and die

Before our very eyes

And the words we quoted only seem to over-emphasis

That the world's gone down the toilet

We flushed it round the bend

The era that we thought we knew is coming to an end

But before the last bell toll upon us

Listen up my friends

We have but little time before us and so much to mend so..

Weep in your beer with me my friends

Weep in your beer with me

The world is full of things that I'd rather forget

Got my eyes set on the glory but I ain't seen it yet

So weep in your beer, weep in your beer

Weep in your beer with me

Laugh and be content with the court summonses and rent

And wee in your beer with me

But if I had my time back over, it wouldn't be like that, it'd be like this

I'd be looking down over happy days all overcome with bliss

And I'd dance a merry tango through the situations there

Instead of terminating everything that made us what we dare to be and

Flushed it down the toilet, send it round the bend

The misery I've caused for you is never going to end

But before the last boat leaves

Listen up my friends

We have but little time before us and so much to mend so

Weep in your beer with me my friends...

Discography

"Here the repellent harpies make their nests"
14-track album, CD/download,
Release date 1st August 2009
"Julian Gaskell & his Ragged Trousered Philanthropists"
18 track CD album/download, released May 2007
Tracks played on BBC Radio 2 and 6music

Set List

Typical gig would be 2x 1 hour sets of originals plus occasional cover versions (such as 'Paint it Black', 'Anarchy in the UK', 'Streams of Whiskey') and traditional klezmer, country and eastern european folk tunes