Nigel Burch

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: the man : the band : !!! the dates !!! : the music : the lyrics :
: old dates :
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: things as they stood on the 13th of February 2002 :

Nigel Burch and the Flea-Pit Orchestra

Out of London's dark and rank backrooms comes crawling a mad poet and songwriter with a drunkard's voice and armed with something that could well be a ukulele.

Anyone who loves the Tiger Lillies for their dark and funny stories about life, love and death will love Nigel Burch's cynical little songs of everyday madness and despair, performed with a madman's energy and a touch of the bizarre.

His flea-pit Orchestra play along with a wild and wonderful mixture of serene, devilishly angelic cello and fiddle, whacky, jolly drums & double bass, sneaky percussion and occasionally the rowdy accordion.

Their music could be anywhere between a frantic George Formby and a music-hall minstrel band, who have listened to the Pogues once too often - dancable and absolutely enjoyable
!

The Flea-Pit Orchestra (from left to right) Nigel Burch - Banjulele, voice, poetry ...
Andrew Ranken - drums & mysterious percussion
Mary Morrison -cello
John Edwards - double bass & squeaky bonk stuff
Dylan Bates - violin

more pics

: GIGS :
Some German gigs coming up verrry soon:

20th of February 2002 : Pfungstadt, Irish Pub Tir Na Nog, Kirchstr. 38

22nd of February 2002 : Freiburg, Rattenspiegel, Engelbergerstraße 37

23rd of February 2002 : KTS, Freiburg, Baslerstraße 103

24th of February 2002 : Cafè Limba, Villingen (Altstadt)

Schlösslegasse 5

For more information -
contact

or Nigel
or Mary

or go straight to their own, brand new website (still under construction):

www.fleapitorchestra.co.uk

Get a taste
3 mp3-files to download
(ca. 1 MB each):
Love Letters Down The Toilet
I Used To Be Mad
Pub Without A Name

And here's some lyrics ...

I dressed like a scarecrow, I walked like a crab,
back then I was bonkers,
back then I was mad!
I was thrown off of busses, I was thrown out of bars
I was one big bad bastard - but that's all in the past.

I used to be mad,
oh, I used to be mad
They put me in a mental home away from home,
I used to be mad,
but now I'm so glad
My brain no longer has a mind all of its own.

Well, I was a monster,
yes, I was a mess,
I danced down the highstreets in my mother's dress
And I frightened children
and grown-ups as well,
I stank to high heaven and I made their lives hell.
(...)
Every day, in every way I'm getting better, getting better
Every day, in every way I'm getting better, getting better
Every day, in every way I'm getting better, getting better
Every day, in every way I'm getting better, getting better
Every day, in every way I'm getting better, getting better...
Every day, in every way I'm getting better, getting better...
Every day, in every way I'm getting better, getting better
Every day, in every way I'm getting better, getting better
.
.
I used to be mad,
oh, I used to be mad
They put me in the house upon the hill,
I used to be mad,
now, I'm not so bad
Just as long as I keep on taking my pills.
Because - me,
I used to be MENTALLY ill.

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