Lusts and Grudges: Tell Thee mix

I am incredibly appreciative of friend of the band, @tellthee who has translated the latest Greville and the Tombstones hit, Lust and Grudges into German.

I am so grateful that @tellthee has taken the time to do this. And it is a perfect choice for her to make, like Romantic Masochist, to be written in German.

Lusts and Grudges has affected a lot of the fans and I know that this new version in translation will add to everything they feel about it.

I love this version. It is amazing.
It is Lusts and Grudges, covered and mixed and translated by the fabulous @tellthee.

Lusts and Grudges

This song came unexpectedly, but took some time to get to this state. This state where I am happy to show it.

I think that it is unusual in that it can be played by Greville and the Tombstones in two ways depending on how the vibes are: bouncy free-roaming or as an aging stomp. Who knows which is lusts and which grudges?

Of course it is unusual too, because there is not even one tune for it.

This apart, I'm pleased with it as I think it is definitely a full-on Greville and the Tombstones track.

I hope the fans and the adorers like it.

You are in my soul.



Lusts and grudges:

I hold lusts

As long as I hold grudges

No matter how deep below

They can be

Resurrected

So they burn through me

Soul for gasoline

I feel lusts

Same as I feel grudges

Fill my feeble condition

Spiteful

And essential

And they won’t die down

Soul for a dungeon

I’ve trapped them

I’ve buried them

I’ve painted them

I’ve caged them

I’ve ripped them

I’ve slit them

I’ve adored them

I’ve rendered them

I’ve carried them

I’ve used them

And I burn all your religious artefacts

Can’t cast out

Lusts and grudges

Keep me held under the gun

With Jesus,

I’m on fire

Lord parched from sermonising

Sole for clear water

I’m nothing but

Lusts and grudges

Beautiful and terrible to behold

I hold them

All to me

But none I hold the way

My soul holds you

I’ve loaded them

I’ve filed them

I’ve torn them

I’ve revolved them

I’ve explored them

I’ve taken them

I’ve washed them

I’ve stirred them

I’ve whipped them

I’ve shot them

And they burn right through my photographs

And I’m nothing but lusts and grudges

They are beautiful and terrible to behold

I hold them

All tight to me

But there’s none I hold the way

My soul holds onto the image of you