Episode 2 Later... with Jools Holland

We are live, and now we welcome the wonderful Paolo Nutini.

# How was I to know you'd just come along?

# (And funk my life up). # Lips like they've been singing

sexed up strawberry songs. # (Just funk my life up).

# Never heard it coming, thought it's just another woman.

# With a shotgun in her hand. # (Funk my life up).

# She's the bass, she's the beat, she's the rhythm, she's the band.

# (Just funk my life up). # And the girl, so fine.

# Makes you wanna scream Hallelujah. # Sly hands, spinning webs like

silk. # Beats are dripping on me, like

spider milk. # And I never heard the warning when

I woke up this morning. # With my sunshine on a drip.

# She's my rock, she's my bud, she's tequila, she's a trip.

# And that girl, so fine. # Makes you wanna scream Hallelujah.

# How can I refuse? I'm not fit to choose.

# (Just funk my life up). # I said the only way I win is the

way I lose. # (Just funk my life up).

# And I never got the script, I unzipped.

# Got a little bit wet up in my brain.

# She's your church, she's your sin, she's atomic.

# She's the, oh, she's the rain. # And the girl, so fine you wanna

scream. # Yeah, yeah.

# She gets me silly, she's like a trick on me.

# Hell, I don't even know her name but yet she sticks to me.

# And in the climax she would scream with me.

# Yeah, she sticks to me. # She gets me funny, she doesn't

want none of my money. # So I pour it over her like

gasoline. # Light a match and then I'm back in

my teens. # Me and super girl smoking my

green. # Me and super girl smoking my

green. # Unload, reload, eyes back

swinging. # Sweet thing, knows things, Jeff

Beck sings. # Roundhouse, going down. Let's go!

# And the girl so fine makes you wanna scream Hallelujah.

# Hallelujah. # Yeah, the girl, so fine, you wanna

scream. Paolo Nutini, who is number one as

we speak. From New Zealand, sensational Neil Finn returns. We

have Lucius. But now from Brooklyn, New York, we welcome a wonderful

vocalist, the lot. She is Joan As Police Woman.

# I got to talking and your eyes well they blew me away, yeah.

# Oh, this is how I start. # My love letter.

# But I may have missed my mark. # My bestseller.

# Here it goes, my friend. # I need to see you again and then.

# I'll show you what you do to me. # You're like finding the Holy City.

# Right there in front of my eyes. # Setting me free. Yeah, I'm ready.

# To get up on your wailing wall. # After my confession, well I...

# I'm feeling freer than the wind. # But then I start to shut it down,

fearing. # I'm wondering what it would have

been if I had only. # Only I have no command.

# Over tomorrow. # So I may as well be grand.

# And shoot my arrow. # Cos the ocean's wide.

# But I can swim it. # The tide is high.

# Want to get in it. # I feel the fire.

# C'mon let's fan it. # You ask me why.

# Cos every minute with you. # Is like finding the Holy City.

# Right there in front of my eyes. # Waiting for me. Yeah, I'm ready.

# Oh, oh, oh, get up. # You're like finding the Holy City.

# Right there in from of my eyes. # Waiting for me. Yeah, I'm ready.

# To get up on your wailing wall. # I can't feel it.

# I can't feel it anymore. # I can't feel it anymore.

# You're like finding the Holy City. # Right there in front of my eyes.

# Setting me free. Yeah, I'm ready. # Oh, oh, oh.

# You're like finding the Holy City. # Right there in from of my eyes.

# Waiting for me. Yeah, I'm ready. # To get up on your wailing, up on

your wailing, up on your wailing wall. #

thank you, Joan As Police Woman, from her album, The Classic.

Our next artist returns to the show with his new LP and he is doing the

title track from it. We welcome Neil Finn.

# Fairy lights like the stars. # You could be lost but here you

are. # It's Halloween on the street.

# You came looking for me. # I'm sealed in tight, through the

double glass. # Come inside, take off your mask.

# All the zombies in town. # They're all dead to us now.

# And we can't hear the song they're playing.

# Smoke drifting up. # To the dizzy heights.

# Where the elevator won't come down.

# And the ceiling cracks like a treasure map.

# The mosquito's buzzing round, round, round.

# Help me make up a new sound. # It's all right in my room.

# The world's moving at a different pace.

# Ah, the buzz it never stops. # If you don't like the groove, well

call the cops. # On Halloween, it's Halloween.

# And they don't make a sound. # Cos I don't like the song they're

playing. # Smoke drifting up to the dizzy

heights. # Where the elevator won't come

down. # And the ceiling cracks like a

treasure map. # Every destination pulls you in,

turns you back. # The mosquito's buzzing round,

round, round. # I'm gonna take you up to the dizzy

heights. # There's a lot more going on.

# I will take you up to the dizzy heights.

# I will take you up to the dizzy heights.

# I will take you up to the dizzy heights.

# I'm better off that way. # I will take you up to the dizzy

heights. # next we welcome one of the great new voices of British jazz

coming from the ancient kingdom of Essex.

We welcome Zara McFarlane. # There you are, though I cannot see

your face. # I feel you, your presence just

entered this place. # But I'll wait right here.

# See, there's no need for me to see.

# Were I to look back, I might just find myself falling slowly.

# Right into trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble.

# Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble # I see you.

# Don't lift your lips up to mine though.

# You're talking, but I'm not quite listening in yet.

# You'll get me in trouble. # Look what you're doing.

# Can't you see? # Were I a blossom, I would be

falling down from the tree. # Right into trouble, trouble,

trouble, trouble. # Trouble, trouble, trouble,

trouble. # Now wait a minute.

# Just let me catch my breath. # You're talking, but I'm not quite

listening in yet. # You'll get me in trouble. # If

only I allow myself to fall, you'll get me in trouble.

# If only I open my senses up to it all.

# Ooh, ooh. # Ooh, ooh.

# Ooh, ooh. # You'll get me in trouble.

# Trouble. # APPLAUSE

The lovely voice of Zara McFarlane. On Friday's show you can see a lot

more. But now a duet, a duo that sounds sensational from Brighton, we

welcome Royal Blood. # Hey, little monster, I got my eye

on you. # Where are you going, where you

running to? # Hey, little monster, you know it's

all OK. # I'm gonna love ya, no matter what

you say. # I've got love on my fingers.

# Lust on my tongue. # You say you got nothing.

# So come out and get some. # Heartache to heartache.

# I'm your wolf, I'm your man. # I say run, little monster.

# Before you know who I am. # Hey, little creature, tell me

what's on your mind. # Where have you been hiding? And

can I come this time? # So pleased to please ya, and rip

that heart off your sleeve. # What we discover.

# I've got love on my fingers. # Lust on my tongue.

# You say you got nothing. # So come out and get some.

# Heartache to heartache. # I'm your wolf, I'm your man.

# I say run, little monster. # Before you know who I am.

# I've got love on my fingers. # Lust on my tongue.

# You say you got nothing. # So come out and get some.

# Heartache to heartache. # I'm your wolf, I'm your man.

# I say run, little monster. # Before you know who I am #.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING The superb sound of Royal Blood with

Little Monster. One of the questions people often say to me, is live

television stressful? Not particularly, there is a few

technical things and we will be with this group in a moment. Did you know

it's Paul Carrick's birthday? Let's have a round of applause. I have a

minute to kill before the next act is ready. I quickly lunge in to Neil

Finn here. It's lovely to have you on the show. We are live. I will

come to you because once you were on the show and it was live and we kept

- you stopped too soon, didn't you? Apparently it was one of the most

transmissions on the show but I saved it. You did. Maybe we can have

one now, you are sort of saving it now, I am improvising. Last time I

misread a signal from you. I thought we were winding up. Was it this sort

of thing? One of those sort of things. I stopped thinking we were

being superprofessional and we were a minute-and-a-half shy. Are we

ready to go there or not? One minute. A minute to go? What would

you like to discuss? I would give you my thoughts on the history of

art or we could discuss any other issue you wanted to. Stevie Wonder,

I wrote on your book, I remember years ago in 1980, we were in a

hotel room together and you were saying Stevie Wonder was amazing,

the best guy on the planet and I had the gall to say too many major 7ths.

I acknowledge you were right and I was wrong. I am not bad about major

7th. We haven't much time and they're saying that's quite boring!

I agree. Too many in a row. Exactly. Could anybody play a major 7th so

people know what we are talking about? Thank you! There we are. I

can't thank you enough for helping me fill in that time. Thank you, it

was wonderful. Could you be here every week? I am always here. Thank

you. That's live television, by the way, that's his record what we are

supposed to be talking about. Now an amazing group with beautiful harp

Mondayics -- harmonics and the lot. From Brooklyn, we welcome Lucius.

# She felt comatose waiting for this thing to grow.

# She's impatient cos she wants it now and so it shows.

# She can't be bothered by the ties that bind her.

# She's united when it strangles everything it holds.

# She's looking through the wrong end.

# She's looking through the wrong end.

# She's looking through the wrong end of the telescope.

# Turn it around, turn it around. # She closed the door with the

intention of not looking back. # But missed her step because she

didn't have a steady track. # She can't be bothered by the

mistakes she has made. # But she's forgetting that's what

guides you to the rightful path. # She's looking through the wrong

end. # She's looking through the wrong

end. # She's looking through the wrong

end of the telescope. # Turn it around, turn it around.

# As suspected back at home it grew out of control.

# Well, that can happen when you leave things to a little girl.

# So now she's left without an option at hand.

# She better tend to it or she won't have another chance.

# She's looking through the wrong end.

# She's looking through the wrong end.

# She's looking through the wrong end of the telescope. # She's

looking through the wrong end. # She's looking through the wrong

end. # She's looking through the wrong

end of the telescope. # Turn it around.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING Thank you Lucius. Thank you to all

our guests. Thank you to Royal Blood, thank you to Joan As

Policewoman. Thank you to Zara McFarlane. There's more on the

website. There's cameras there, please get out of the way, we

haven't much time. And we welcome now and finish with Paolo Nutini.

# From the corner of my eye. # To the back of my mind.

# I recognise what you mean to me. # And all the corners of our

pictures. # Are a long time afraid.

# They still symbolise what you mean to me.

# You ask me to remember. # A kiss is but a kiss.

# Well I'd be a fool to want more from you.

# And I'm gone in a while. # I'll be gone in a while.

# It's all that I do. # I'll cry and you cry and we'll

cry. # Till the rain turns black.

# And the devil moves and clings to us.

# And for a moment there is beauty. # It's not a simple yearning war.

# Sometimes it feels like it's all I've gotten.

# It's all a dream. # And I ask you to remember.

# A kiss is but a kiss. # That you'd be a fool to want more

from me. # And I'm gone in a while.

# I'll be gone in a while. # I'll be gone in a while.

# It's all that I do. # Of the corner of my eye.

# To the back of my mind. # I recognise what you mean to me.

# And the promises captured in one kiss.

# We hide and we seek what we squander.

# But there's more. # Something more than me.

# And I'm gone in a while. # I'll be gone in a while.

# It's all that I do. # It's all that I do.

# It's all that I do #. APPLAUSE AND CHEERING