Episode 1 Later... with Jools Holland

Good evening, Britain. Good evening, the world. We're live. It's April.

The showers, the sunshine - there is laughter. There is tears, and in

here, a brand new live series of fantastic music. Let's start with

somebody who is truly great, a great voice, a great laugh - we

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# But what it shows # But what it shows

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# And crash back through Paul Weller, tonight celebrating

his marvellous new LP. That was The Attic. Tonight we have a room full

of amazing people. From Chicago, Willis Earl Beal. I'll be chatting

to Mike Skinner. From South London, we'll enjoy The Maccabees.

APPLAUSE From Brazil, which is a long way to

go and a long way for me to walk - we will be welcoming Cell.

From Glasgow, his first solo record for awhile, and we're welcoming the

wonderful Paul Buchanan. But now from Newcastle, the superb

sound of Beth Jeans Houghton and # You walked through her door

# I see, I see amour, when looking through lenses

# Cry blind for creation like you're blind for me

# Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me

# Red wine and whiskey are no good for me

# Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me

# Red wine and whiskey are no good for me

# Dissecting the atlas for places we've been

# Your list is longer but you've got more years on me

# A token to dispense, we take it all in doubles

# And weeping on concrete then stealing away

# You opened up her mouth and let out all her secrets

# Assumed her disordered in her thirst to stray

# So pray, sleep sweet and sharpenyour teeth and escape from this body

# Your soul is impounded beneath

# Abort the nonchalance and clap for your culture

# Your tanned hide exerting the sum of your parts

# The bridges will advance devout of their structure

# Armour the estuaries that plough through your heart

# Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me

# Red wine and whiskey are no good for me

# Dissecting the atlas for places we've been

# Your list is longer but you've got more years on me. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

That's

That's Jean

That's Jean Quan,

That's Jean Quan, another beautiful bit of vocalised harmonies there,

the Hooves Of Destiny. In a moment, we're going to be coming over to

this area, and Mid Air, Paul Buchanan has his new solo record,

the Blue Nile. What will you be playing from this? Jools, you and I

will be playing Mid Air. I will look forward to seeing Paul

Buchanan in a moment. But now, let's go to this direction here and

# So soon we're, so soon we're # And we knew we only

# Before you know it before you know it

# Before you know it parent a parent

# Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh

# To have it all, to have it allTo have it all and still want more

# One thing's for sure One thing's for sure

# One thing's for sure we're all getting older

# So we take a lover So we take a lover

# So we take a lover waiting in the corner

# And before you know it Before you know it

# Before you know it pushing up the daisies

# Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh

# And we go back to where we came from

# Like those before and those to come

# And know it's the ever and the more

# And again and again and again and again we go

# In the end, in the end In the end nothing comes easy

# So you find a way So you find a way

# So you find a way to take a little with you

# For the ones you love For the ones you love

# For the ones you love there if they need to

# Pharaoh, pharaoh, pharaoh They're not coming with you

# Go back to where we came from

# Like those before and those to come

# And know it's the ever and the more

# And again and again and again and again, go

# Ohhh

# Ohhh. #

# And we knew we, and we knew we

# And we knew we only had a little while

# In the middle, in the middleIn the middle just keep ticking over

# Before you know it before you know it

# Before you know it parent a parent

# Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh

# To have it all, to have it allTo have it all and still want more

# Ohhh

# The buttons on your collar

# The colour of your hair

# I think I see you everywhere

# I want to live forever

# And watch you dancing in the air

# All the lies and make believe

# The very things that one day leave

# But I can see you standing in mid air

# The girl I want to marry

# Up on the high trapeze

# The day she fell and hurt her knees

# And only time can make you

# The wind that blows away the leaves

# For everything that life was worth

# The fallen snow, the virgin birth

# I can see you standing in mid air

# I can see you standing in mid air. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

The

The amazing

The amazing Paul

The amazing Paul Buchanan with Mid Air from Mid Air, his new solo

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record. And now an amazing talent Contravento from Ceu, marvellous

sound. So now over at the piano, a man that has decided it's high time

he had his autobiography out, and it's superb. We welcome Mike

Skinner. APPLAUSE

The book there, The Streets, and it's a fantastic book. Why did you

decide to - why was now the time for you to write this? Just because

I wouldn't be - I wouldn't remember in the future, yeah. I noticed you

were warming up, actually, in the dressing room next to me. Oh, I'm

sorry. Did you have a full grand in your dressesing room? No, it's just

a little upright. It sounded great. Thanks. It's funny, you get a

little vibration. Sometimes you have the guests - in the dressing

room, you have a great laugh, but you can never capture it again.

should record it all. You too do that... Your whole lives. But

that's what you have done with your book, if I can neatly dovetail back

into it... Can we just boogiewoogie instead? It's much easier, but

we're here to talk about you, not my fingers, so let's talk about you

and about some of the lovely pictures in this book. This is my

favourite picture. This is you - What are you in front of here?

fine hi-fi... And an important thing a here - a record - vinyl. Do

you like records? No. I was into MP3s from very early on. They

didn't have them then. No, not at that age. Oh. I am actually into

film, like camera film. I'm not so much into digital photos. I am into

film. Oh, I see. But in terms of music, I was really into the fact

that you could have thousands of songs, you know, in a small silver

box. Yeah, but not then you couldn't. You could only have these

records. No, not then. You're pointing at it. It was all just a

very expensive, messy affair, vinyl. No, I love my records. I was in a

record shop today. I was in this one. Come on. Share the love.

jazz bloke - you have to go and support your local record shop. If

you don't, it's all over. This is the BBC... Let's have a look at you

- before all the people rushed to the record stores and bought your

record, this is what they saw back in 19 - (Mumbles)

# Quit staring into space # At your -

# She'll want you # And stop me if I'm wrong

# Stop me if I'm wrong # Why should she be the one who

decides # And the girl's rude

# I know she's rude # But she's brilliant

# Hold on, boys # Your head is messed up

# I know what she's thinking - # Marvellous. Brand new trainers. Did

you see how knew those were? They were then, but you've not got them

on now. No, I just took them off yesterday. We only have 20 seconds

left. This is a great book, very entertaining. I believe you're

going to be doing a film next. going to be doing - it's going to

be a very long process, but we have written a short, and we have

started to write a feature. I could see you in a film. Thank you.

I could see that. And I look forward to recommending this book

to more of my friends, and I shall see you in the record shop very

soon - I have to go. I'm not being rude. It's just, it's live TV. I

have to move on. Mike Skinner, The Streets - his book is out now. And

over here from Chicago, we welcome # Calculator broken

# Marks on the board from your late # Jack of hearts don't court

# Throne's vacant there never was no king

# Earl is coming with the switching of the scene

# Sprouted stalk only got one bean

# Enchanted got up out of his head

# Throwed down to a valley now red

# Ate and drank like he never been fed

# From liquid and a flesh that bled

# Pour is great till he found his fate

# Parallel power at the end of the hour

# Clock's dead so there is no late decimate

# Dualities tendency to cower

# Shower assured so he lifts his fist

# Caught a rare fish number one on his list

# Can't let it go cos he had the bliss

# No more insist and hiss

# Cos he received the gist

# Swing on low in the flow

# For the souls that don't know now I'm whole

# Swing on low in the flow

# For the souls that don't know now I'm whole

# Swing on low swing on low

# Big punk small time still in my prime

# Send the coupe through the loop of a satisfied mind

# I'm the bunny rock hopper

# Derelict soul down

# Imma dance in a trance till they put me in the pound

# I ain't satisfied unless I'm acting a fool

# I'm the caffeinated chap microphone is my tool

# I'm shiver fit

# With a shovel in my fist

# Got my graveyard boots cos I hide in the midst

# I'm a fiend for the feeling

# Got a bone like a rocket

# With a motor so loco no bozos can stop it

# Frogman, hop it, at the wall I can't knock it

# Thunder clatter, chitter chatter

# Don't matter if I drop it

# One hand in my pocket

# The other on the bar sitting back on the seat

# And tonight I'm going far

# Cocoa butter on my hands

# Potpourri on my pants

# I'm sitting still on the side because I know in advance

# Swing on low in the flow

# For the souls that don't know now I'm whole

# Swing on low in the flow

# For the souls that don't know now I'm whole

# Swing on low, swing on low

# Swing on low

#

# Coming

# Coming for

# Coming for to carry me home # Coming for to carry me home #

APPLAUSE Thank you, Willis Earl Beal. Swing

Low. Thank you to all of our guests. Thank you, Maccabees. Thank you,

the lovely live audience. Thank you, Beth Jeans Houghton & the Hooves of

Destiny. APPLAUSE

Thank you for the chaps and his marvellous new book, Mike Skinner.

Mid Air we enjoyed from Paul Buchanan.

APPLAUSE What a lovely record that is. It

was a delight and a privilege to have Ceu with us, ladies and

gentlemen. APPLAUSE

Well, on Friday, if you're around, you can come and look at the show,

and there's lots more guests there. You can look at this, and you can

see early performances of our next - in fact, you can see the first

performance on the show ever of this artist, who is truly great.

We're glad to have him here - Paul # The salty days of tears that dare

# "I don't care," cried the vicar's wife

# They're only numbers melting in the ice

# And I don't care about this old world

# I'll take my chances in the earth

# Rob myself till my eyes are blind

# Then settle up and ride into the night

# "Seen any bodies?" said the Saracen's head

# Damn, damn, damn sure I left it here

# It's hard to tell the fighters from the thieves

# Moon, moon, moon

# Shine your healthy light

# Lift up the sons and daughters alike

# Tell them that you won't be home tonight

# And I don't care about the coming wave

# I'll take my chances in the grave

# There's only one moment that is now

# I can't undo what I don't know how

# And I don't care what the neighbours think

# I've heard their dripping from the kitchen sink

# The damp comes down and changes my wall

# Fills my flat I find myself submerged

# And I don't care about this old world

# And I don't care about this old world

# I'll take my chances in the earth

# Rob myself till my eyes are blind

# Then settle up and ride into the night

# Klang, klang, klang

# Klang, klang, klang