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Haunt EP

by The Queen's Head

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I’ll write a book about this life And you won’t think it fiction I want you to like me So I’ll speak in actor’s diction But I bet that you’ll love me And I’m known to trust a flutter The rain may fall but we’ll dance on Like coins fell through the gutter Is this place the worst place that you have ever been? Is my sweat the sweetest you have felt on your skin? That horror, that horror, that horror that you knew Is music, it's music that you are dancing to I kissed a girl soft on the lips And she returned the favour I sucked on sodden beermats To taste liberty’s sweet flavour But I was sold headaches Left but apathy to savour And the one who stole my heart Went free spite bad behaviour So look to me don't try to see that television Look to me don't try to see that television Do you feel my warm sweat, do you feel my beating heart? If you want to see heaven I know just the place to start Dig deep, dig dark, deep between your flesh For that motion, emotion, that you think suits you best I kissed a girl soft on the lips And she returned the favour I sucked on sodden beermats To taste liberty’s sweet flavour But I was sold headaches Left but apathy to savour And the one who stole my heart Went free spite bad behaviour So look to me don't try to see that television Look to me don't try to see that television Tonight you're drinking at The Queen's Head Same hopeful thinking, same hopeless dread Tonight you're moving at The Queen's Head Don't lose that feeling, don't lose your head I wrote a book about this life And tried sell it as fiction I wanted you to love me But I spoke in drunken diction So I bet that you hate me And I’m known to trust a flutter The rain may fall But we’ll dance on Like coins fell through the gutter
2.
My best mate got married! My best mate got married! The DJ name is gary Oh wait, no, that’s the bridesgrooms dad We're all happy as Larry, mate The sun doth set, and the moon’s come up But I don’t give a shit Oh fucking hell, that bridesmaid is uncanny Have you seen any sunsets lately? They remind me of you baby Sorry if I scared you lately But loving is feeling, and something just don’t feel right Clutch your sweetheart, and keep your bodies turning The fire in your heart, the only flame still burning Toss your rose darling on my grave Throw your hands up to a dead star gaze Two hops this time, bam bam Four hops this time, bam bam bam bam Do the robot baby You're from outer space Where'd you get your dress from? Oh, right, yeah, I think I know the place My tie ain't silk, it's satin, you know *indistinct* You alright? On this stage I am just me (Yeah, yeah I’m fine) But together, oh the stars we could be Long nights tend to make one lonely (I just need a glass of water) So come closer, darling, I don’t want the space to think Clutch your sweetheart, and keep your bodies turning The fire in your heart, the only flame still burning Toss your rose darling on my grave Throw your hands up to a dead star gaze
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We can’t bring you your salvation We’re just puppets liberating Touching, feeling, seeming, dreaming Bite the breast from which you’re feeding We can’t write the words to heal you We’ll just write the words to kill you Cut yourself in circumcision Play us on your television The lamplight is marmalade My eye-sockets are oiled A boy who cries for a loving touch Is now a boy well spoiled Want you touch Want you to feel Want you to say Want you touch Want you to feel Want you to say Once upon a time of futures lost A present gifts itself At sixty frames per second Just use it like a netflix subscription We can’t bring you your salvation We’re just puppets liberating Touching, feeling, seeming, dreaming Bite the breast from which you’re feeding We can’t write the words to heal you We’ll just write the words to kill you Cut yourself in circumcision Play us on your television Want you touch (Come, my friends) Want you to feel (Juice my head) Want you to say (My spinal fluid stains the duvet) Want you touch (Cut the night) Want you to feel (Butterknife) Want you to say (Like her hips when it gets groovy) Her fingertips in all their beauty Ever-after 'neath moonshine Le petit mort, serotonin's grip I have committed… Health and safety suicide
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At the party, know the ones where you don’t go All the people and the friends that you don’t know People talking, saying maybe he’s gone solo So low, he’s got nowhere to go Knock knock? Who's there Me again I know I'm not on the event but I brought you a bottle of blossom hill The disco ball makes it the same colour as your hair I always said to my mate that your hair reminds me of macchiatos No, no, he's not coming, don't worry 1 2, skip a few 99 attending Just pretend I'm not here I’ll diffuse like a guff Dispersing clumps of art school fluff Crooks In bondage trousers Painting petrol shop flowers They've read books! Yeah, well I’ve tried, I’ve tried I just can’t keep dancing to This disco for one I just want someone to show it to I’ve tried, I’ve tried I just can’t keep dancing to This disco for one I just want someone to show it to I'm a fly in the ointment I'm a dentist appointment I'm a buoy, I'm an iceberg Just buoyant, I bluff: The rough outweighs the groove I spill my mug of rum and juice Onto art school shoes They've read books! Yeah well, I've read books too... If you were a supermarket, I'd throw a violent tantrum in the milk aisle Cos at least then you'd have a reason to cry For me Would you like to do the moonwalk with me? I always told him I imagine you do the moonwalk so well Can I take you home? To play chess Can I take you home? To show you my CV? From the dead of day To the night's last breath Like we would, if... Like we would, if… I’ve tried, I’ve tried I just can’t keep dancing to This disco for one I just want someone to show it to (At the party, know the ones where you don’t go All the people and the friends that you don’t know People talking, saying maybe he’s gone solo So low, he’s got nowhere to go) I’ve tried, I’ve tried I just can’t keep dancing to This disco for one I just want someone to show it to (I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried) I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried

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released November 17, 2022

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