Hunters and Collectors – Honey in the Jar / Red Leather Belt
Versions
Version | Length | Source | Availability |
Studio (instrumental) | 3:21 | Australian 12″ Is There Anybody In There? single. | Extremely rare. Not available new. |
Studio (instrumental) | 3:23 | Mutations album. | Moderately common. Available new in CD and digital form. |
Live [1] | 4:36 | 20th Anniversary edition version of the Human Frailty album. | Moderately common. Available new in CD/DVD form. |
Live [2] | 4:17 | 1985 01 06 Direct to Digital, Hardware St, Melbourne, Australia cassette. | The Vault digital download at True Believers, 29 October 2012. |
Live [3] | 4:28 | 1985 08 15 Melbourne State College, Melbourne VHS PCM. | The Vault digital download at True Believers, 26 July 2015. |
Live [4] | 4:29 | Raw Material #06 1985 09 14 The Venue album. | The Vault Desk Tape streaming audio. |
Live [5] | 4:37 | Raw Material #07 1986 07 05 Seaview Ballroom album. | The Vault Desk Tape streaming audio. |
Recommended Version.
Honey In The Jar was a b-side found on the relatively rare Is There Anybody In There? 12″ single that eventually found it’s way onto the Mutations rarities album. Live versions of Honey In The Jar go by the name of Red Leather Belt and can be found on the live DVD included in the Human Frailty 20th Anniversary Editions and other era live recordings.
Now that you’re barefoot baby
Now that you’re housebound no longer
Now that you’re kicking off your boots and pushing the darkness down
With the creamy naked feet
And the dust between your toes
And you’re cooking up the tar to see how far it goes
Now that you’re barefoot baby
Now that you’re housebound no longer
Buckle up
Around the red leather belt
Around the thin white thighs
Buckle up
Around the red leather belt
Around the thin white thighs
Get it all fired up
To stumble into town
All loose and bootless
And pushing the darkness down
Nothing but flesh is upon your feet
And you’re cooking up the tar in the dusty street
And all the males are waiting in the penetrating sun
With the cool heat of the rain
That was never meant to come
To wash across the earth
To run across to the ground
To wash up what you’ve lost and washed away
Buckle up
Around the red leather belt
Around the thin white thighs
Buckle up
Around the red leather belt
Around the thin white thighs
Take it away!
Getting all fired up
To stumble into town
All loose and bootless
And pushing the darkness down
Nothing but flesh is upon your feet
And you’re cooking up the tar in the dusty street
And all the guys are waiting in the penetrating sun
With the cool heat of the rain
That was never meant to come
To wash across the earth
To run across to the ground
To wash up what you’ve lost and washed away
Wash it all all away
Yeh, wash away
Wash it all away
Buckle up
Around the red leather belt
Around the thin white thighs
Buckle up
Around the red leather belt
Around the thin white thighs
Buckle up
Around the big leather belt
Around the thin white thighs
Buckle up
Around the red leather belt
Around the thin white thighs