1. |
Undignified
04:40
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If yours was the beauty
mine was the eye
If yours was the fiction
mine was the lie
If ours was the model
I changed the design
If yours was the message
I miss-read, oh my
Was I so misguided / or so misaligned
Were my words so ugly / and undignified
Was I so misguided / Was I so unkind
Was my exit so ugly believe me I tried
If yours was the duty
then baby, I'm fine
I asked you to follow
where I wouldn't try
Our terms of endearment
were lavish and lame
Our terms of engagement
I set them
I blame
Was I so misguided / or so misaligned
Were my words so ugly / and undignified
Was I so misguided / Was I so unkind
Was my exit so ugly believe me I tried
I tried to hut. I tried to maim. And I took aim. And it was good.
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2. |
Bastard
03:59
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I came to your side
I dont know if you saw
I dont know if you noticed at all
I slept next to you
for a moment or two
I dont know if you'd even recall
One letter, one sign off
- your lover
One letter, one sign of
- your lover
In contact, well kind of
Our contract was signed off
And i will not sign any other
I breathe in your beauty
It creeps through the walls
I love you, you beautiful bastard
I'll see you in spring time
If spring ever falls
That last beat's the heartbeat that lasted
One letter, one sign off
- Your lover
One letter, one sign of
- your lover
In contact, well kind of
Our contract was signed off
and i will not sign any other
Our beds they got made
When I came to your grave
I got driven babe, I rode behind
I didnt get
My moon landing parade
And maybe now
I'll never mind
I love you, you beautiful
- bastard
That last beat's, the heartbeat
- that lasted
I love you, you beautiful
- bastard
One letter, one sign off
- one lover
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Piggy 2
03:58
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you're the sweetest sack of glands I ever held the hand of
Silver sickle moon and the suckling stars
You're the sweetest sack of glands that ever held my hand
Aint no silver sickle where I am
Leave a little gristle in the belly of the bath
/catch me scratching at the trophy stand
Like your piss don't stink like holy water
/ catch me lapping at the Baptists' hand
And you
Open me up
Like a warm hand
Got a watch to time your piglets by
Got a clock to watch them crawl
Couldn't help myself as your grew tender
Like the lizard in your kitten's claw
And you
Open me up
Like a warm hand
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Hollywood Nottingham, UK
Hollywood.
Reflective aggression framed in restraint. Confrontational, personal, semi-gothic post-rock cut down
to snapshots of dreamscape redemption.
Weaving together Leonard Cohen, Kyuss, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Mogwai and Badseeds, Hollywood serves to show bravery in construction and intimate presentation.
We want to build.
And we want to be different.
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