Episode 6 Later... with Jools Holland

I can't think of anything better than broadcasting live to the nation

and having the privileged company of Paul Weller!

CHEERING Paul Weller! Kind revolution, his

new album. We are joined on the show tonight by Dave, Maggie Rogers, with

a uniform inspired by Matisse, Little Dragon, and all J -- alt-J!

# Hair the way the sun really wants it to be

# Whiskey soda, please, your G is empty

# Chairs, inflatables have sunk to the bottom

# Callie, let's dive, dive down

# To the pool's bottom where we belong

# Callie, we're sinking like a bleeding stone

# Mister Caspian's killer told me so

# My pool summer, summer, pool, summer vibes killed

# Lifeless back slaps the surface of the pool

# Pool killer, killer, pool, pool killer

# Mister Caspian's killer told me so

# My pool summer, summer, pool, summer vibes killed

Thank you, alt-J! From their lovely album, Relaxer, and what a lovely

name for an album, that is what it's like being live on television right

now. We welcome a man whose record is not out but it will be soon it is

Dave! # Picture me, 23,

a bag of sold out shows # I made it out of music,

I took all my bros # And this merchandise is poppin,

I sell all my clothes # And all these hoes are ghost,

I got one real girl # Picture me, 23,

I didn't chase my dreams # My mum wanted me to do finance,

so I came off beats # And now I'm sitting at a desk,

with a 2:2 in finance # Eating pasta on my lunch break

While I'm scribbling my rhymes # And picture me, 17,

in an all black suit # Laying still in a coffin,

surrounded by my crew # Giving half-heart apologies

For watching while they bottled me # Or running when they shot at me

You're next up if you prodigy, wait # I meant poke a G Picture me,

a road banger, I hope # Kill him in seven ways,

lemon haze how I smoke a G # Name can get you out the beef,

pissed if you owe me Ps # Them boys try and piss take,

boy, what a mistake # I'll come back with a shotty

And blow your lungs out your ribcage # Picture me a snitch,

nah I couldn't picture that # Picture me a snitch,

nah I couldn't ever think of that # So she let my talent go

to waste like Robinho # I've been involved,

I've seen the roads # Where the good die young,

and the bad get life # And the ugly is the ugly,

but Picture me, a legend, # Known for words in a sentence

I put verbs in a sentence # But what about the kids that ain't

athletes or rappers? # What about the kids that

ain't athletes or rappers # Picture you, I don't

know your picture can # And can you take out all the man

thats gonna taint it for me? # And can you take out all the girls

that's gonna waste it for me? # Or illustrate how you're gonna get

to all these places for me? # And if you can't, then don't

worry g you got time # But you just need to paint

a picture, or just sketch a draft # Cos, how you know you're

going down the wrong road # If you're in a dark place,

and you don't select a path # But picture you talking loads

about goals and riches # With a phone, full of cro

shots, hoes and bitches # And a head filled with fast dreams

I talk to God like it's RE # About my picture cause I can't see

I'm at war with my mind # So I'm still with a sket

getting Ed like Hardy # And I don't mind Cause them man

there all speakers like Parties with a black star on my waist

like Kwame # It's like I wasn't

dialling banks for some pay # While you was busy

flicking shanks for a name # It's like I wasn't

dialling banks for some pay # Or busy robbin' drugs,

with a dipper # Cause I got prison

in my skin # But I won't ever

have a prison in my picture # Principles a killer,

all for the skrilla # So don't let anybody tell you to

put drugs in the cling # And don't let anybody

tell you you can't run, # Now you can work a 9 to 5 if it

makes you smile at night # Cause you can have

a billion and dead # You can have 20 grand

flat and live a long, # I don't

know your picture, # And can you tell me where

you batch of friends is taking you # And can you tell me what your

aspirations are, your dreams # Forget the money brother,

tell me what makes you you # Can you tell me why you wake up,

what makes you tick # What makes you smile,

what makes you laugh # Can you tell me why

you're on this earth # You get your picture,

get to painting # You get your picture,

get to painting # Are you the guy inside

the hospital # Or working with the surgeons

and the nurses tryna save him # A picture you didn't paint I bet

them boys think I'm panicking # Stop saying that

you beef me, it's embarrassing # Now every other yute

is on chatty ting # See me in a rave, it's black

blades, lightsabers call me Anakin An amazing talent, Dave. Look

forward to his album out later this year, that was, Picture Me. Now,

from New York, first time on the show also, Maggie Rogers!

# Moving slowly through westward water.

# Oh me, oh my, I thought it was a dream.

# Cut my hair so I could rock back and forth.

# Oh me, oh my, I thought it was a dream.

# What can I play that you ain't heard before?

# If you don't like what you see on the menu.

# Then tell me, tell me what you want.

# If you don't like what you see, let's change the venue.

# And I know just what your thinkin'.

# I can give you what you're wishin'.

# And I'll give you more and more and more.

# You're dying from suspense but this won't kill ya.

# What can I do to get a second glance?

# If you don't like what you see, let's change the venue.

# If you don't like what you see on the menu.

# Then tell me, tell me what you want.

# If you don't like what you see, let's change the venue.

# And I know just what your thinkin'.

# I can give you what you're wishin'.

# And I'll give you more and more and more.

# Keep, keep, keep the customer satisfied.

Remarkable and out of this world, using the oldest instrument known to

man, the human voice, in the most that nasty way, Naturally seven. And

if you wanted to be satisfied, you can go and see them tomorrow night

at the Shepherd's Bush Empire. I would certainly like to do that.

Before that we enjoyed many Rogers but now we welcome back Little

Dragon from Sweden. # When you know you're hooked

and you can't get enough. # Sweet, that feeling when you're

skating down the avenue of love. # Sweet, I was checking

on your phone because this # Sweet, can't get

enough, not giving up. # Sweet, that feeling

when you know, you know that # Sweet, that feeling when you feel

so good and won't admit love. # Sweet, I was checking on your back

because this candy gave me lies. # I can't resist this

sweet race no more. # Wrapped up in a sugar

rush, sugar rush. # The more the mystery,

the more I get compelled. # Sweet, the taste of victory

so sweet no one can help it. # I was checking on my back

because this candy is a drug. # Sweet, that feeling

when you know you're hooked # Sweet, that feeling when your feet

attemping wrapping me in love. # Sweet, I was checking on my pulse

because the body is trust. # I can't resist this

sweet race no more. # Caramelised, I can't

deny your love. # Caramelised, I can't

deny your love. # Wrapped up in a sugar

rush, sugar rush. Thank you so much, Little Dragon.

Thank you to my directors, thank you to all of our guests. There is even

more next Friday night. I have made a few notes but I would like to ask

you gentlemen to just give me some notes.

I'd like to leave on that note. Thank you very much. And we finish

with the wonderful Paul Weller! # And every footstep

that I've taken. # And in the busy

streets and markets. # There'll be choices

I won't decide. # There's so many roads

that you can go down. # And that lonely life

just ain't that good. # And that lonely life

just ain't that good.