Saturday, 14 February 2015

Bleed Pretty

It is valentines day. The day when love is heart shaped.

Greville And The Tombstones is always about love and, if it existed as a band, it would be the Valentine's Ball band of choice, y'know, for the kids.

Also, as my darling @greebstreebling says: "It wouldn't be Valentine's Day without some dark devotional from you"

So here it is... a new track for my valentine.

It's called Bleed Pretty and is about love. It's a little too sugar sweet, but that's OK today.
We can be sugar sweet today.





Bleed Pretty :

My heart fell rotten from out of me.
Bruised, you picked it up.
You said it was easy for you to love.
You saw a heart for loss and ache from above.
You put my heart back in me
So I could bleed pretty.
My heart beats weak.
Shivers in night shade.
Fearful of a midnight pull.
Trembles with what it can feel.
Love’s edge is serrated
You keep your love sharpened
Because I bleed pretty.

My heart, my very heart.
The more you touch it, the more you possess it.
My heart breaks down.
You slice and expose it.
Peel it strip it.
You will always mend it
Taking care to stich it up so again you can break it
Over n’ over: repair to rip it.
All so I can bleed pretty.
I bleed easy.
I bleed easy for you.
You find the bloodletting pretty.
I bleed far too pretty



~ fin ~





Saturday, 7 February 2015

Baby Satan!

This is a typical song for what would be the 2nd album, if there was one. This is Disco-alt-goth-pop. Clearly.

It is probably most likely a "track 5" for the album, if you know what I mean...



















Baby Satan!:

Yeah
The Devils’ best trick sold to us
Is we turn wise instead of dust
In tomorrow we can always trust

Yeah, Yeah
Now the Devil’s great disguise
Is being what you can fantasise
With desperation in demon eyes

Yeah,
Sinners aint winners
So that’s I guess why I’m sayin’
I’m losing this game I’m playin’
… with my Baby, Satan!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

My Baby, Satan is a preacher
Tells you true, you can reach her
Sincere as a church school teacher
Prayin'... Baby Satan!

Go-go! Go-go demon!
Cotton-candy round finger spun
Eyes so wide, voice pure as a nun
Body forged to tempt a son-of-a-gun

I Don’t Deserve This!
Baby Satan’s here and says I do
And I keep on agreein’
...with My Baby, Satan!
I Don’t Deserve This!
Baby Satan’s here and says I do
And I keep on bein’
...with My Baby, Satan!