Welcome
to the One Fan Clapping lyric archive where you will not only
find lyrics to every James song ever penned, but you will also
find transcribed anything Tim has ever written, said or thought!
Just kidding. Like we'd have a lyric archive? Actually what we
have is better. It's all the wacky things that people THOUGHT Tim
was singing, only to discover they were quite mistaken. Read on,
some of these are pretty funny. We'd like to thank everyone on
the James Chat Board who sent us their contributions for this
section. If you have any of your own, be sure to email them to us.
| Song | Actual Lyric | Mistake |
| Promised Land | Money is directed to ambition, not to need. | Money is directed to ambition, not to ME. |
| Your Story | No one here makes me horny. | No one BUT HIM makes me horny. |
| God Only Knows | We fell upon each other, starving for belief | We fell upon each other, starving for RELIEF |
| Everybody Knows | Everybody knows your faith | Everybody knows your FACE |
| Lullaby | Now your head is used and sore, and the forecast is for more, memories falling, like falling rain | Now your head is used in SOUL, and the forecast is for more.... |
| Lullaby | Now your world has turned to trash, broken windows on the past | Now your world has turned to trash, broken windows on the PATH |
| Promised Land | Promise us a home, sell us what we own, give a dog a bone, bargain, bargain, bone | Oh wait, Tim really says that....DOH! |
| Dream Thrum | You're a weapon of devotion, keep the faithful entertained | You're a weapon of devotion, keep the faithful UNTIL YOU ARE TEAMED |
| Say Something | You're as tight as a hunter's trap, hidden well, what are you concealing | You're as TIRED as a hunter's trap, hidden well, what are you concealing |
| Say Something | Say something, say something, anything, your silence is deafening, pay me in kind | Say something, say something, anything, your silence is deafening, HEY me in kind |
| Say Something | Take a drug to set you free, strange fruit from a forbidden tree, you've got to come down soon. More than a drug is what I need, need a change of scenery, need a new life. | Take a drug to set you free, strange fruit from a forbidden tree, you've got to come down soon. WHOLE LOT OF DRUGS is what I need, need a change of scenery, need a new life. |
| Skindiving | Hope I can fly before I hit the ground | I'LL PACK THE FLAG before I hit the ground |
| Skindiving | The surface storm shows nothing here | The surface storm shows nothing FREE |
| Jam J | Only the sons of fools surround you | Only JUST LET THE fools surround you |
| Jam J | Now you're in your coffin with the satellite dish installed | Now you're DRINKING COFFEE AND THE satellite dish's installed |
| Born of Frustration | Who put brown owl eyes on the butterfly's wings | Who put ROUND eyes on a butterfly's wings |
| Born of Frustration | I'm living in the weirdest dream, where nothing is the way it seems, where no one's who they mean (need) to be where nothing seems that real to me. Why can't we build our lives upon no oversoul, no solid ground, the world is spinning endlessly, we're clinging to our old beliefs | I'm living in the WEEDS, where nothing is the way it seems, where no one's who they need to be, where nothing seems that real to me. 'BOUT TIME WE FILLED OUR LIVES UPON THE WALLS OF GOLD, no solid ground, the world is spinning endlessly, we're clinging to our OWN beliefs |
| Bring A Gun | You have torn all the joy from my heart and the blood is flowing | You have torn all the joy from my heart and MY BODY SHOWS IT |
| Bring A Gun | The only law we allow around here is an organized fray | The only law we allow around here is an organized RAID |
| Bring A Gun | What are you gonna do when the muscle won't move, they are blocking the light, blocking the light. How many words will you waste on a terror blanche? | What are you gonna do when the muscle won't move WHEN THEY ARE LOCKING YOU UP, blocking the light. How many words will you waste on THE TELEPHONE? |
| Don't Wait That Long | God made me to her own design, bad planning, too many flaws | God made me to her own design, bad planning, too many FLOORS |
| Heavens | I've been praying for the king of the world to come and rescue me from a land that's lost in dreams | I've been praying to the king of the world to come and rescue me from a CLAN that's lost in dreams |
| Live a Love of Life | Prophets have been sacrificed for common good | DRAFT IT, HOP IN, sacrifice for common good |
| Life a Love of Life | Everybody's restless with a deeper need | Everybody's restless with a deeper MEAN |
| Live a Love of Life | Open your eyes, what do you see? A system made to crush our needs, a savior nailed to every tree | Open your eyes, what do you see? A system TO CRUSH ENEMIES |
| Mother | Tell me what the view's like from the ground | Tell me what the NEWSLINE from the ground |
| Mother | Love, love, love will strike you down | Love, love, love WON'T STARVE, YOU DON'T |
| Mother | Where the living is cheap, where the weapons are not | Where the LINEN is cheap, where the weapons are not |
| Protect Me | No such place as hell but in your dreams, climb out of your well, protect me | KNOW SUCH PAINS AS HOW, BUT IN YOUR DREAMS, PLOW THEM OFF YOUR WELL, protect me |
| Sound | Come, dip on in, leave your bones, leave your skin, leave your past, leave your craft, leave your suffering heart | Come TIP on in, leave your skin, leave your HEART, leave your craft, leave your suffering heart |
| Sound | Come on somebody, do something out of character, where is the primitive, alien instinct. Leave it all behind, somebody break away for god's sake | Come on, somebody do something out of character, LIVE TOO PRIMITIVE, ALIEN'S EGGS, break away FROM YOUR THINGS |
| Sometimes | And the boy's head lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign. Then he crumples, drops into the gutter, cut strings, legs twitching. The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on. | Drops up to the gutter, cuts strange, legs twitching.. he swells his clothes |
| Laid | Messed around with gender roles | Messed around AND GENTLY ROSE |
| (Booth and the Bad Angel) Dance of the Bad Angels | Dance with me, around this fire, the dance of bad angels who'd love to fly higher | GOD'S with me, HER REALM IS fire |
| Sometimes | Sometimes when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul | Sometimes when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see HOLE |
| Waltzing Along | Help comes when you need it most | HAIR GOES when you need it most |
| Fight | Sad day, couldn't get anything right. Sad day, all we did was fight. | Sad day couldn't SING anything right, Sad day, OUR SHOW WAS A BLIGHT |
| Fight | Let us pray that god comes with us to battle, let us pray we kill their soldiers like cattle | Let us pray that god comes with us to battle, let us pray WHEN WE SING WE DON'T SOUND like cattle |
| Fight | Old men, my gun's bigger than your gun. Old men, my young's braver than your young. | Old Tim - my hair's thinner than your hair. Old Tim - my bum's slimmer than your bum. |
| Fireaway | World change is looking good, our hopes are riding high, but we're still in these backwoods backwoods from another time. [ our boss?] is full of lies, full of dead wood dead wood. She [leads ?] a lie, she [leads] a lie. Fireaway. | Tim's face is looking good, his hair's receding fine, but his pants are on backwards backwards and they're riding high. Tim's head is full of lines, full of dead words dead words, he wants a pie, he eats a pie. Fireaway. |
| Live A Love of Life | I don't believe Jesus was a human being | I don't believe BEAVIS IS a human being |
| Sound | Leave your craft, leave your past | Leave your CRUD, leave your past |
| Sound | Leave your craft, leave your past | Leave your CROWD, leave your past |
| Fools Gold (by the Stone Roses) | I know the truth and I know what you're thinking | I know TIM BOOTH and I know what HE'S thinking |
| Tomorrow | Now, your grip's too strong, can't catch love with a net or a gun | Now your grip's too strong, can't catch love with an ARROW or a gun |
| Why So Close/Fire So Close | Wayne's got a wall that's much more subtle, warhead phone since he was born | Wayne's got a WORLD, it's much more subtle, MORE HEAD PHONES since he was born |
| Laid | My therapist said not to see you no more | They're upset not to see you no more |
| Tomorrow | Can't catch love with a net or a gun. | Can't catch love with AN ANORAK ON. |
| Tomorrow | Can't catch love with a net or a gun. | Can't catch love WHERE IT NEVER OCCURRED. |
What For |
Just today, I won't touch those sickening papers |
Just today, I won't touch those CIGARETTE papers |
