Elvis Lives Here

by Swill & The Swaggerband

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Second solo album from Men They Couldn't Hang vocalist Phil ('Swill') Odgers sees the full bloom of the down home style of 2004's critically acclaimed debut, 'The Day After'. Featuring an unique hybrid of Americana, UK folk, Celtic rhythm and classic Pop, all topped by Swill's legendary, resonant vocal style. Recorded, as before, with a collection of friends accumulated after half a life on the road, 'Elvis Lives Here' contains co-compositions with the likes of Robb Johnson, Attila The Stockbroker and Paul Simmonds alongside a welter of Swill originals. From accapella to instrumental, from the epic balladry of "In The Breeze" to the small town observation of "Shed Fire", the album creates a new kind of genre with its intimate fables of a local kind of life.

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released May 29, 2006

ALL TRACKS ON THIS ALBUM WERE RECORDED AT BUSH STUDIOS, SHEPHERDS BUSH, LONDON IN MID 2005 AND EARLY 2006. ABOUT HALF THE RECORDINGS ARE LIVE – SEE IF YOU CAN SPOT 'EM.

I ASKED VARIOUS FRIENDS AND COHORTS IF THEY WOULD LIKE TO PROVIDE LYRICS AND THESE ARE AS FOLLOWS:
THE WORDS TO 'IN THE BREEZE', 'MISSING' AND 'THE DRINKERS' ARE BY MY PARTNER IN CRIME FROM THE MEN THEY COULDN'T HANG - PAUL SIMMONDS.
'ELVIS LIVES HERE' AND 'MARJORY AND JOHNNY' ARE BY LIKE MINDED THINKER AND FOLK LEGEND ROBB JOHNSON
PUNK POET ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER PENNED THE LYRICS TO 'SHED FIRE'

ALL THE TUNES ARE COPYRIGHT CONTROL AND WERE WRITTEN BY MY GOOD SELF AS WERE THE WORDS TO 'DRAG YOU DOWN', 'JUST A DIAL TONE AWAY', 'WORLD OF DISCONTENT' AND 'DEEP BLUE SEA'.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

PHIL 'SWILL' ODGERS – VOCALS, RHYTHM ACOUSTIC GUITAR, RHYTHM MANDOLIN

SWAGGERBAND:

TOM SPENCER – LEAD ACOUSTIC GUITAR, MANDOLIN, BANJO, BACKING VOCALS

RICKY MCGUIRE – ACOUSTIC BASS GUITAR

JON ODGERS – SNARE DRUM, BONGOS, DJEMBE, AND OTHER ASSORTED PERCUSSION

BOBBY VALENTINO – FIDDLE, MANDOLIN


SWAGGERGUESTS:
ASHLEY HALLOWEEN – PICKING AND LEAD ACOUSTIC GUITAR ON ‘SHED FIRE’ AND PLUCKING ON ‘GIVE EM ENOUGH HOPE'

LAURIE SHERMAN – BANJO ON GIVE EM ENOUGH HOPE ',' IN THE BREEZE AND DEEP BLUE SEA

STEPAN PASICZNYK - PLAYED THE DELIGHTFUL ACCORDION YOU HEAR ON MOST OF THE TRACKS


SWAGGERBACKINGVOCALS:
JOHANNAE GIBBONS – ON 'DRAG YOU DOWN'
MARSHA SWANSON – ON ‘MISSING'


PRODUCED BY PHIL ODGERS

ENGINEERED AND MIXED BY ALI R HAKIMI

COVER ARTWORK AND DESIGN BY SAM EGARR

SNAPSHOT PHOTOS BY DARREN GRIFFIN AND ESTHER ANGEL

SWILL & TOM'S MANDOLINS SUPPLIED BY STENTOR MUSIC.
SWILL & TOM'S PLAY OZARK MANDOLINS DISTRIBUTED WORLDWIDE BY STENTOR MUSIC CO LTD.
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AN EVER LOVING THANKS TO FRANCES O’MAHONY

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Phil ‘Swill’ Odgers is one half of the legendary joint vocal strike force of UK folk rebel rockers The Men They Couldn’t Hang.

Audiences around the world from Cairo to Reykjavik, Brisbane to Vancouver and Berlin to London have submitted to his effervescent and heartfelt vocal style in stadium, theatre, hall and after hours lock in.
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Track Name: Swill and the Swaggerband - Drag You Down
Drag U Down
(Lyrics: Phil Odgers)

Listen to these words son and they will do you well
Never worship money it'll drag you down to hell
It'll drag you down
Drag you down, down, down

Every single penny leads to misery
And wretchedness will be your fate, good times a memory
It'll drag you down
Drag you down, down, down

Moolah is the ruler of Hell
Mazuma will do you in as well
Boodle will be the end of you they yell

Every pound will pummel you right into the ground
Every dollar, yen and euro will only bring you down
It'll drag you down
Drag you down, down, down

It's clear that your salvation resides in poverty
I'm the one to save you, give it all to me
It'll drag you down
Drag you down, down, down

Moolah is the ruler of Hell
Mazuma will do you in as well
Boodle will be the end of you they yell
Track Name: Just A Dial Tone Away
Just A Dial Tone Away
(Lyrics: Phil Odgers)

We all get times when things look grim
The current seems too strong to swim
And you feel like jumping in
And sinking like a stone
We all have times when things look bleak
Life feels hard and you feel weak
It's severe you're up the creek
Grab the dog and bone

Just give us a call and it won't be long
Before you start to dance to a different song
Don't sit there alone all day
Your friends are just a dial tone away

You see there's always someone there for you
To pick you up and care for you
And if you need someone to talk to
Just give a call
And if sometime you're feeling down
By hook or crook we'll turn it round
Fix you up or brush you down
We're there before you fall

Just give us a call and it won't be long
Before you start to dance to a different song
Don't sit there alone all day
Your friends are just a dial tone away

Don’t just sit there in the gloom
Let the sun light up the moon
If the music's sad we'll change the tune
Brush the cobwebs off the walls
Whatever 's wrong don't dwell on it
Be headstrong and don't submit
Let us know we'll help with it
In no time at all

Just give us a call and it won't be long
Before you start to dance to a different song
Don't sit there alone all day
Your friends are just a dial tone away
Don't sit there alone all day
Your friends are just a dial tone away
Dial tone away
Track Name: In The Breeze
In the Breeze
(Lyrics: Paul Simmonds)

Well I said they’d fly the flags
When I came home to you
They’d blow the bugles and fire the guns
To re-unite us two

The TV and the papers
Are there as well
To show the faces of the boys
Back home from hell

I am in the breeze that flutters
I’m in the sun that burns
I’m in the rain that washes
I have returned

We’d come in on a special flight
Just me and all the guys
And the top brass would salute us
And you would dry your eyes

And through the gleaming caps and boots
I’d swagger through the sun
To hold you once again
Now the job was done

I am in the breeze that flutters
I’m in the sun that burns
I’m in the rain that washes
I have returned

I came in on a special flight
With no flags or guns or brass
And no cameras there to greet us
On that lonely rain soaked path

Darling, bury me in a quiet spot
Far from south Iraq
And on the stone just put ‘husband, dad
Who finally made it back’

I am in the breeze that flutters
I’m in the sun that burns
I’m in the rain that washes
I have returned
Track Name: Elvis Lives Here
Elvis lives here
(Lyrics: Robb Johnson)

It’s a tired and tatty boozer
On the corner of the street
Where the tired and tattered losers
In life’s lottery like to meet
Other tired and tattered losers
For an evening of good cheer
And company anaesthetised
By ice cold lousy beer

Chorus
And if you’re feeling lonely
Everything will be all right
Elvis lives here
Every Friday night

Elvis lives here every Friday
And he hardly shows his age
On that faded piece of carpet
On that little corner stage
Where he throws his shapes to backing tapes
Of 40 something year old songs
While the 40 – 50 – 60 something
Year-olds sing along

(Chorus)

He'll give us Jailhouse Rock
We’ll be born again teenagers
He'll sing out In The Ghetto
And we’ll be there in Vegas
And He'll give us Heartbreak Hotel
And we will see that holy face and
We'll walk home through these dirty streets
With a little piece of Graceland

(Chorus)
Track Name: Missing
Missing
(Lyrics: Paul Simmonds)

Did you hear about the girl
Who got lost one day
Looked in the mirror
She’d melted away
Disappeared from all the window panes
And never was seen again

Smiling from a photograph
Hiding a history with a laugh
But she hid it all too well

Can anyone help
Information required
Just an average girl
Looking average tired
Her eyes are blue
Or green or grey
Now it’s hard to remember the way she’s….

Smiling from a photograph
Hiding a history with a laugh
But she hid it all too well

Now she’s missing
And truth to tell
I’m missing her as well

That’s the way it goes
As friends pass by
Stop for a minute
You don’t know why
They go off somewhere
Following sparks
Now they’re lost in the dark

Smiling from a photograph
Hiding a history with a laugh
But she hid it all too well

Now she’s missing
And truth to tell
I’m missing her as well
Track Name: The Drinkers
The Drinkers
(Lyrics: Paul Simmonds)

We're the drinkers, baby
And we better face it
If there is a party
We are bound to disgrace it
We're the drinkers baby
Pass the Mothers Ruin
And, you know
It’s going to do us in

Oh, low, low, low, low baby
Low, low, low, low we go
Through sink and plug and drain
To where the bitter streams flow

Going to hell is thirsty work
And rolling in the tide
With all the other wreckage
Is a thirsty, thirsty ride
If you could be my life raft baby
And I could be yours
Would we hold each other tightly?
Or pull down to the hidden shores?

Oh, low, low, low, low baby
Low, low, low, low we go
Through sink and plug and drain
To where the bitter streams flow

We're the drinkers, baby
And we better face it
If there is a party
We are bound to disgrace it
Shipwrecked in a short glass
Soon we’ll float away
And fade just like the ink
On the pages in the bay

Oh, low, low, low, low baby
Low, low, low, low we go
Through sink and plug and drain
To where the bitter streams flow
Track Name: World Of Discontent
World of Discontent
(Lyrics: Phil Odgers)

In a world of discontent
Where you can barely pay the rent
There's an underling sense of pain
You look across a sodden ground
Try to step where it is sound
End up the muck and pouring rain
Oh for the shame

Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?
Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?

There's kids, mess and distress
Kitchenware your battledress
Famines, fights and floods are worlds away
There's promises, truth and lies
Hit you right between the eyes
Brother, sister, cousin have your say
Well blow me away

Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?
Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?

Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?
Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?

You sometimes think it's rough for you
Seems there's not enough for you
It's just easier to overlook
You only have to turn a page
See the pain and the rage.
Take a budget flight and a first hand look
It's an open book

Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?
Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?

Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?
Who cares for you when the world goes wrong?
Track Name: Shed Fire
Shed Fire
(Music Phil. Odgers/ Lyrics Attila The Stockbroker)
From the Album 'Elvis Lives Here' – Swill and the Swaggerband on Irregular Records

A perfect English pageantry:
An act so gloriously mundane
New neighbours put up 8 foot fence
So strangers now will thus remain
As English as our small town press
Who'd like so much to dish the dirt
But headline uneventfulness:
'Local shed fire. No-one hurt.'

A cod war veteran complains
About some kids skateboarding by
The Daily Mail sells very well
And he and it see eye to eye.
The homeless sleep under the pier
But most round here don't seem to care
That's city life, another's news.
Shed fire, though. Police aware.

The poster shouts it, black and white
A headline story, that¹s for sure
And there's a pull out TV guide
For folk who rarely ask for more
And two, more lively than the rest,
Are chatting in the autumn sun.
Not in their back yard, thank god,
But shed fire. Little damage done.
Track Name: Deep Blue Sea
Deep Blue Sea
(Lyrics: Phil Odgers)

Baby, let your spirit fly
Be crazy, live before you die
And maybe, that twinkle in your eyes
Will save me, now we're gonna fly across that

Deep blue sea
Deep blue sea
Deep blue sea
That deep blue sea

Baby, let your spirit roar
Be crazy, that's what life is for
And maybe, we're gonna open up that door
And you'll see, then we're gonna soar across that

Deep blue sea
Deep blue sea
Deep blue sea
That deep blue sea

Baby, let your spirit fly
Be crazy, you gotta live before you die
And maybe, that twinkle in your eyes
Will save me, then we're gonna fly across that

Deep blue sea
Deep blue sea
Deep blue sea
That deep blue sea
Track Name: Marjory And Johnny
Marjory and Johnny
(Lyrics: Robb Johnson)

Now the parson came on horseback,
And the soldiers did as well,
They said I’d face the gallows
He said I’d burn in hell
The squire said it was blasphemy
My kids would starve to death
He didn’t like the lullaby
I sang beneath my breath

Who needs the high and mighty
In their stolen finery?
It’s Marjorie and Johnny
Who mean the world to me.

Now some preacher on his bicycle,
Came knocking at my door
Collecting all the old songs
Of the undeserving poor
About ploughboys and May mornings
And the Bonnie Light Horseman’s death
But he didn’t want the lullaby
I sang beneath my breath

Who needs the high and mighty
In their stolen finery?
It’s Marjorie and Johnny
Who mean the world to me.

Now there's pop stars on the TV
But the tales I have to tell
Music cops say it's not legal
Music shops say it don’t sell
It’s like punk rock never happened
And the kids are bored to death
But it’s still the same old lullaby
I sing beneath my breath

Who needs the high and mighty
In their stolen finery?
It’s Marjorie and Johnny
Who mean the world to me.

See-saw Marjorie Daw
Johnny shall have no master
We all shall have a minimum wage
and not have to work any faster.