Magic Rabbits

The Things We Said In Bed

Abseil down the vertiginous sheer face of rock (and pop) with Tim and Damian in another adventure-filled episode of the podcast you never knew you needed. This time, join the lads as they recall the (Edinburgh) Fringe benefits of being in the world’s most underrated and undiscovered brilliant band. All descending rapidly toward a pristine reworking of Tim’s least favourite (and Damian’s most favourite) song: ‘The Things We Said In Bed’. Frankly, it’s all a bit ropey.

Peter and Jane

Hold hands once again with Tim and Damian as they skip merrilythrough the swaying, golden fields of musical nonsense. Marvel at the lush, verdant gorgeousness of this week’s song, ‘Peter and Jane’. And hear the lads expound on the joys and merits of artistic collaboration, living in the Lake District, and Disney musicals. It’s another forty-odd minutes of audio pleasure. With a specific emphasis on the ‘odd’. LYRICS: Peter and Jane Music: Damian Scott Words: Tim Riley   The daring deeds of a daring man Can’t impress you in the way I can The meek and mildness of human kindness Can get to you You   Peter and Jane watch movies Shouldn’t we do that Peter and Jane go walking Wouldn’t that be good And when they’re stuck for words They gaze into each other’s eyes And when they’re stuck for words They gaze   Lucky for me you especially Like to hear my voice constantly How long will it take For this ice to break Through   Peter and Jane watch movies Shouldn’t we do that Peter and Jane go walking Wouldn’t that be good And when they’re stuck for words They gaze into each other’s eyes And when they’re stuck for words They gaze   Now and again you seem to be A completely different person to me It’s so confusing I keep losing touch With you   Peter and Jane watch movies Shouldn’t we do that Peter and Jane go walking Wouldn’t that be good And when they’re stuck for words They gaze into each other’s eyes And when they’re stuck for words They gaze

Tea and Biscuits

Time again to clamber aboard the soul-fired train of musical memories with your drivers Tim and Damian. This week, the mates present ‘Tea and Biscuits’, a song that draws upon the stop-frame joys of Trumptonshire and tabloids. Along the scenic route, they’ll discuss life, first jobs, and Tim’s close and lasting relationship with Billy Bragg (almost). It’s another unmissable ride – and you’ll get there in 45 minutes (or if you can’t then you can claim a ticket refund via a cunningly complex online process).   LYRICS: Tea and Biscuits words and music by Damian Scott   Tea and biscuits as you curse into your cup Beer and grumbling as you swear your time is up Words of wisdom as you put the world to rights The morning paper to see who won the fight Ten o’clock and never late You’re waiting for the early morning break And the papers will tell you what’s going on in the world   Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride [Papers, read all about it in the papers] A royal wedding for the folks inside Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows [Papers, read all about it in the papers] Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose   The Sun or Mirror left by the toilet seat Smiling Sam is there to make your day complete A perfect figure and a page of misspelt words She’s sitting pretty in her sealskin and her furs Ten o’clock and never late You’re waiting for the early morning break And the papers will tell you what’s going on in the world   Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride [Papers, read all about it in the papers] A royal wedding for the folks inside Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows [Papers, read all about it in the papers] Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose   Like or lump it as you contemplate your shares It’s cake or crumpet for the chaps that work upstairs Ten o’clock and never late You’re waiting for the early morning break And the papers will tell you what’s going on in the world   Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride [Papers, read all about it in the papers] A royal wedding for the folks inside Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows [Papers, read all about it in the papers] Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose

Morningside Road

It’s time once again to rope up to Tim and Damian as they traverse the rocky (‘n’ rolly) wastelands of bandmatery. This week, our musical explorers discuss banishment from a famed pub…van breakdowns… a lovely and much-missed fella called Martin Ruby…inspirational management…getting kitted out at Afflecks Palace…dodgy ‘Suede’ bootleg cassettes… and a recording studio called Frog. And, as if that weren’t enough (and it probably isn't), the show culminates in a newly recorded version of an old ‘Boat Thief’ live set classic, Tim’s marvellous paean to Edinburgh: ‘Morningside Road’. Och, the new! 🎧 BOAT THIEF [https://open.spotify.com/album/2uJ7GzCR3ULSlUfOrmj7p3?si=jg8KeszmSYqycVmxs4ApqQ&nd=1&dlsi=466df1fc865a45ba] LYRICS: Morningside Road words and music by Tim Riley   Well, I wrap my coat around me And I wish that you were here So I can take your hand in the Canny Man’s And make things disappear Come with me and share my load I’m gonna walk with you down Morningside Road Come with me and share my load I’m gonna walk with you down Morningside Road   So I nudge the sleeping city As I’m walking through her streets And I kick my toes at the falling snow As it settles around my feet Come with me and share my load I’m gonna walk with you down Morningside Road Come with me and share my load I’m gonna walk with you down Morningside Road   Well, I’ve always seen this place as my second home And the city is my friend when I’m all alone   So I’m counting every hour Til I’m with her once again Til I again embrace that wondrous place That mistress to so many, many men Come with me and share my load I’m gonna walk with you down Morningside Road Come with me and share my load I’m gonna walk with you down Morningside Road

A Thousand Miles Away

Join Tim and Damian on another scamper through the deep, dank forest of bandmate nostalgia. This time, the nearly-men of pop bang on about the weight of mandolins, the value of using antique audio equipment, first-person versus third-person song perspectives, brushes with bigwig A&R men…and background sheep noises. All topped off with a rousing little rendition of Tim’s “A Thousand Miles Away” (with tasty real drums!). Join them and together, hack through the music-biz wonder-growth. LYRICS A Thousand Miles Away words and music by Tim Riley   She’s away from here Even when she’s right here And her vacant stare Means she’s never quite there She’s a thousand miles away She’s a thousand miles away   With her head in the clouds She skips around the town And no one knows the sanctuary she’s found She’s a thousand miles away She’s a thousand miles away   She’s away from here Even when she’s right here And no one knows the sanctuary she’s found She’s a thousand miles away She’s a thousand miles away