Smile, You’re On Fire: BBC Sessions 2001​-​2002

by Miss Black America

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All profits from this compilation will be donated to Gatehouse Food Bank in Bury St Edmunds. To find out more and donate directly, please visit their website:
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A note from Seymour, Mike, Neil and Gish:
“These tracks were recorded between an extended UK tour (approximately 250 dates) that started in October 2001 and ended 12 months later. As things got hazier we lost all perspective and became a bit sour – about the music and towards each other – so it’s been a nice surprise to listen back to these sessions and discover that, actually, we were pretty good after all. The Lamacq tracks were broadcast live on the Evening Session and hilariously, Seymour sounds absolutely nothing like he actually sounds on the accompanying interview; we were 200 dates or thereabouts in the touring year and he was beginning to turn into Nigel Tufnell. It was his first major live broadcast interview so he attempted to style it out by thinking, ‘What would Nicky Wire say at this point?’ Which, to be fair, was his modus operandi during most conversations that year. Anyway, we hope you enjoy listening as much as we didn’t enjoy touring. And endless love to John Peel and Steve Lamacq for supporting us, and for being lovely chaps.”

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released May 1, 2020

Tracks 1-4:
Recorded in BBC Maida Vale Studio 4 for John Peel
Produced by Miti Adhikari
First broadcast on BBC Radio One 27th June 2001

Tracks 5-9:
Recorded in BBC Maida Vale Studio 4 for Steve Lamacq’s Evening Session
Producer unknown
First broadcast on BBC Radio One during 2002 (exact date unknown)

Tracks 12-13:
Recorded in BBC Maida Vale Studio 4 for John Peel
Produced by Mike Walter
Engineered by Nick Fountain
First broadcast on BBC Radio One 29th May 2002

Tracks 14-16 (bonus tracks):
Taken from the Adrenaline Junkie Class-A Mentalist EP
Produced by Miss Black America
Engineered by Richard Lockett
Originally released May 2001 on R*E*P*E*A*T Records

All tracks written by Baldwin/Gish/Quigley/Smith

Seymour Quigley – vocals and guitar
Mike Smith – bass
Neil Baldwin – drums
Gish – guitar

Love and thanks to Stefek Zaba for transferring tracks 5-13 from cassette tapes.

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Track Name: Miss Black America (John Peel Session 2001)
MISS BLACK AMERICA
You used to be the life and soul
Now you practice and preach self-control
Yeah, you are obsessed with privacy but there’s none
Six billion mobile phones
There’s no escape
Trust no-one

Shout it out until your blood runs cold
Shout it out until your lungs explode
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”

What happened to your urge to destroy
And your mission to bring the noise?
Two young boys wanking over atlases
Six billion empty heads
Death to the living dead

Shout it out until your blood runs cold
Shout it out until your lungs explode
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”

Shout it out,
“They won’t take us alive
“We are beyond embarrassment
“We want real lives
“And we’ll get them, yes, you’ll see”
So, shout it out
Shout a hard thing and a mean thing
Let the hatred flow free
Be an obscene thing
Be obscene

I am Miss Black America.
Track Name: Personal Politics (John Peel Session 2001)
PERSONAL POLITICS
It’s not intent that makes us liars
But desire to please
And be more than we ever could be
In a million years
And all our failures are demons
We must conquer if we are to be strong

It’s not just the looks that make these eyes sore
It’s the lifestyle, baby
Not everybody gets to win
But I will win, ‘cause I can win
Yeah, I will beat this thing for you
I will conquer
I will learn to be strong

But it’s just words that count for nothing
Personal politics
Empty words
It’s just pointless words that make us liars
Oh, we do it every time
Hack, hack away at your demons
But they still eat you alive

Now you’ve seen more than you wanted to know
You use staples to keep your eyes closed
People talk
People talk and talk
They go on and on and on

But it’s just words that count for nothing
Personal politics
Empty words
It’s just pointless words that make us liars
Oh, we do it every time
I’d do anything for self-control sometimes

Death to all liars
Death to us all.
Track Name: Roadkill (John Peel Session 2001)
ROADKILL
Did I see our star collapsing
Or was it my imagination?
We’ve been crushed and we’ve been broken
Still we stand
The Earth is flat and full of corpses
We fuck our sisters to stop the bleeding
Another careless copulation
Another gaping mouth to feed

It’s no wonder we all break beneath the weight of our regret
Like Chinese water torture it goes drip, drip, drip, drip
The best thing about the past is that it’s already gone
So you don’t have to nail yourself to someone else’s cross

We don’t kill to cure the boredom
We like our vengeance to be painless
So we just sit and watch the roadkill
Take it time and time again
This backward life is just existence
We always hoped people would forget
But like the stink and my erection
These things never go away

It takes strength to stand this straight beneath the weight of our regret
Like Chinese water torture it goes drip, drip, drip, drip
The best thing about the past is that it’s already gone
So you don’t have to nail yourself to someone else’s cross
Anymore

We love you so much it should make us puke
But we don’t eat ‘cause we’re too cool
And when the cupboards are all empty
And the table is bare
And the hand that rocked the cradle rules the World
And we’ve been wiped out
We eat roadkill.
Track Name: Talk Hard (John Peel Session 2001)
TALK HARD
I am not washed-up
I should believe I am but I do not
I still read all their ungraded hatemail
Fourteen long years of school
And all I learned was to fail

But I am not proud
To rot with that crowd
‘Cause I am stronger

I was born in a force ten gale
It takes more than hot air to blow the wind out of my sails
And my eyesight’s poor
But I am the future
Hear me roar

And get ready to talk hard
Know this: your head is not empty
So talk hard
You can do anything you feel

“Toilet-trained and dumb”
When we first talk we learn by rote,
“We are scum
“We come from nothing? That’s what we deserve”
Classrooms crowded with robots
We are Goebbels’ children

But we’re not down yet
Don’t let them forget
That we are stronger

You were born
‘Til the day you die, you are alive
While you’ve got the time
At least try to justify yourself
The buck stops with you and no-one else

So get ready to talk hard
Know this: your head is not empty
So talk hard
You can do anything you feel.
Track Name: Infinite Chinese Box (Steve Lamacq Session 2002)
INFINITE CHINESE BOX
On a speedway
Crashing your car
To see your face drop
Who is the victim?
You’re awaiting my transmission
An infinite Chinese box to get lost in

All that you see is a replay
Every time you close your eyes, I’m there
Crashing over and over again
An infinite Chinese box to get lost in

Deal you in
Cash you out
Deal you in
Crash you out.
Track Name: Talk Hard (Steve Lamacq Session 2002)
TALK HARD
I am not washed-up
I should believe I am but I do not
I still read all their ungraded hatemail
Fourteen long years of school
And all I learned was to fail

But I am not proud
To rot with that crowd
‘Cause I am stronger

I was born in a force ten gale
It takes more than hot air to blow the wind out of my sails
And my eyesight’s poor
But I am the future
Hear me roar

And get ready to talk hard
Know this: your head is not empty
So talk hard
You can do anything you feel

“Toilet-trained and dumb”
When we first talk we learn by rote,
“We are scum
“You come from nothing? That’s what you deserve”
Classrooms crowded with robots
We are Goebbels’ children

But we’re not down yet
Don’t let them forget
That we are stronger

You were born
‘Til the day you die, you are alive
While you’ve got the time
At least try to justify yourself
The buck stops with you and no-one else

So get ready to talk hard
Know this: your head is not empty
So talk hard
You can do anything you feel
Track Name: Always (Steve Lamacq Session 2002)
ALWAYS
Forget what you’ve bought into
The highlife is within you
You’re just too scared to look inside
For fear of what you might find
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can’t tell you, but I know it’s not mine

And we’re no better by design
This one-horse life’s over before we know it’s started

Thinking of the time
Thinking of the time we spent
It’s hard not to laugh
When they say time and time again,
“I love you, always”

Free will lavishes you with
A choice of one direction:
March on towards your destiny
There is no alternative
The lady’s not for turning
The ends don’t justify the means

And we’re no better by default
Or worth our salt
Or weight in gold
Just plants and rags

Thinking of the time
Thinking of the time wasted
It’s hard not to laugh
When they say time and time again,
That sick joke, “Always”

And when, gnarled and gibbering,
Incontinent, abandoned and forgotten we sit
Chewing over time
Chewing over time
We can’t swallow, we can’t digest
Darling,
Don’t offer false comfort
Never say, “Always.”
Track Name: Miss Black America (Steve Lamacq Session 2002)
MISS BLACK AMERICA
You used to be the life and soul
Now you practice and preach self-control
Yeah, you are obsessed with privacy but there’s none
Six billion mobile phones
There’s no escape
Trust no-one

Shout it out until your blood runs cold
Shout it out until your lungs explode
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”

What happened to your urge to destroy
And your mission to bring the noise?
Two young boys wanking over atlases
Six billion empty heads
Death to the living dead

Shout it out until your blood runs cold
Shout it out until your lungs explode
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”
Shout it out, “I am Miss Black America”

Shout it out, “They won’t take us alive
“We are beyond embarrassment
“We want real lives
“And we’ll get them, yes, you’ll see”
So, shout it out
Shout a hard thing and a mean thing
Let the hatred flow free
Be an obscene thing
Be obscene

I am Miss Black America.
Track Name: Liquid Silk (John Peel Session 2002)
LIQUID SILK
Your trails of blood and spunk
Will not lead back to us
All history is bunk,
Forever impotent and dry
Nostalgia is a dog returning to its vomit
No beauty without decay
Forever impotent

Liquid silk

Your secrets are safe with me
I keep them locked away here in my heart
Love is bearing what you can’t bear to see

It’s a miracle
A miracle
So it’s too hard to see this through?
Well, some of us have

You throw caution to the wind
Then you reel it back again
Between liberty and restraint
Forever impotent and dry
You wanna be kept tied up
But you wanna be satisfied
And you’re somewhere in between,
Forever impotent

Liquid silk

Your secrets are safe with me
I keep them locked away here in my heart
Love is bearing what you can’t bear to see

It’s a miracle
A miracle
So it’s too hard to see this through?
Well, some of us have.
Track Name: Smile, You’re On Fire (John Peel Session 2002)
SMILE, YOU’RE ON FIRE
Enough is enough

Cynicism is mental virginity
It’s time to tear that straitjacket off
And take the monster on
Face it, face-to-face
Gouge its eyes out
Saw its legs off
Saw its legs off

And let it sink
Sink into the sea
Let it fall
Into pieces

Smile, you’re on fire

We love Uncle Sam
He will drop the bomb
Make a “Who’s Got The Biggest Cock” competition
From genuine tragedies
A miracle!
Blood and water
Blood and urine

Innocent blood for innocent blood
Unholy war
Useless martyrs

Smile, you’re on fire.
Track Name: Car Crash For A Soul (John Peel Session 2002)
CAR CRASH FOR A SOUL
Skilled, professional teams have created,
In magnificent sweatshops,
This gold-plated
Plastic gangster with a car crash for a soul
Keep the motor running
Let the good times roll
On over the precipice

My life came flat-packed
Inside it’s falling to pieces
But the surface remains intact
At the drive-in with a car crash for a soul
You call this a party?
It feels like a funeral

And we thought we’d died alone
These brain-dead functions never felt like fun
And now’s the time for us to say,
“If we’re gonna crash, they’re gonna pay”

Tonight we shine so bright
Tonight we kill the light
Our star is rising
Yours is falling

Shopping’s just like sex in pornos:
Urgent and joyless
I’m so modern everything is pointless
With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soul
There’s no big “fuck you”
We just lost all self-control

And we thought we’d died alone
These branded boxes never felt like home
And now’s the time for us to say,
“If they’re gonna screw these corpses, they’re gonna pay”

Tonight we shine so bright
Tonight we kill the light
Our star is rising
Yours is falling.
Track Name: The White Noise Inc. (John Peel Session 2002)
THE WHITE NOISE INC.
You talk about a class war between “us” and “them”
The beautiful freaks and the straight, white men
Despite what the beautiful people believe
You don’t inherit the Earth through vanity

It’s not your commitment to the cause that’s in doubt
But how you’ll make a big noise with a cock in your mouth
Despite what the downtrodden people believe
You don’t inherit the Earth through being meek

Dance, dance, baby
Let the white noise take you over
Dance, dance, baby
The White Noise Incorporated
Dance, dance, baby
Let the white noise take you over
Dance, baby, dance
We will rock you like a hurricane.

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