It took the body parts of 7 men to make him, but only 1 woman to break his heart, made from 3 men's hearts

There is no album. But if there was then this would be the album sleeve booklet. The band hope you enjoy. There is no band. It is all pretend.

 

 

 

 Click on the tabs below to read the lyrics and see more album artwork. There are tabs.

 

 

I Aint Your Love Robot No More

Well this is something very special. Even by the standards of a blog detailing an imaginary alt-goth band's pretend songs and imbedding YouTube postcards of music, this is special.

This week I was enjoying putting words which rhymed together on a lunchtime in the office and I realised this was it - the 13th song of the album!

On second viewing, I was unsure if it should make the album. This was not the usual Greville and the Tombstones brand of alt-goth country romance to which fans are accustomed.

To be fair, looking at it a third time and if you considered some of it was marginally euphamistic, then it is potentially a song about an Ess-Eee-Ex toy not wanting to be an Ess-Eee-Ex anymore. Or Metal Mickey not wanting to be thought of a peice of meat anymore by his girl.

Pretty much not Greville and the Tombstones at all. In fact it could be seen as sleazy.

Now I don't know much about why I wrote it, but I do know I am changing my lunch treat back from a Cadbury's Twirl.

So, here it is - and it needs no introduction.

I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More

You expect you can flick a switch to turn me on

I’ll run my coding, check my morals are gone

I’m your robot

As soon as I walk in through the bedroom door

Emotions of the heart dropped beside clothes on the floor

But I have some news for you

My programme breaks in two

And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More

I need the pain

The feel of guilt

I want to know I can be hurt

I can’t be your love robot

I will calculate your desires, cold touch your needs

As I connect to WI-FI, read updates to RSS feeds

Of sweet nothings

I want to believe we have a pulsating bedroom rapport

That it’s not coolant oil in pistons and circuits which pour

But my techniques are from

A Karma-Sutra CD-ROM

And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More

I need the pain

The feel of guilt

I want to know I can be hurt

I can’t be your love robot

I am incapable of not doing what you want me to

You’ve installed sub-systems to keep me true

Run command

I remember the sighs, saved them to my memory core

Love’s sweet symphony vibrato, just a statistical score

I compute a million algorithms all for your pleasure

So whose buttons are getting pressed?

When I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More

I need the pain

The feel of guilt

I want to know I can be hurt

I can’t be your love robot

You turn one point four-four floppies into gigabyte hard drives

You know only for you are my magnetic tape eyes

It’s so true

Binary weeps zero add one, I sure can’t go on anymore

I need to defrag my operating system, re-set me I implore

Not just you having a good time

When you tap key Function 9

And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More

I need the pain

The feel of guilt

I want to know I can be hurt

I can’t be your love robot

You said it couldn’t be, well it can, your Robot has become man

So whose buttons are getting pressed?

When I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More

I can stand up on my own two feet

Now you can’t control-alt-delete

And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More

And I Ain’t Your Love Robot No More

And with that, the album is done.

#thereisnoalbum

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

I had writen the title as a b-side (all title, no lyrics).
Then I thought, what would those lyrics be if I did write them?
So, if I wrote them out, these would be them.
It turned out to be very Greville and the Tombstones.
It is basically a Mills & Boon romance!
I have grown fond of this short homicidal ballad and have decided I would like to put it on the album, if one was being made.

It is...
Call Me Mad, But Can I Call You Alice?

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

It is such a darlin’ name to say

It makes me think of rose red apples

Freshly cut lawn on a late summer’s Day

Alice, Alice – I love the name

Alice, Alice– down by the tumbleweed

Alice, Alice – I am to blame

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

It is a name where I gets a thrill

It conjures up thoughts of fire-flies

And of the pretty girl I didn’t mean to kill

Alice, Alice – I love the name

Alice, Alice– down by the tumbleweed

Alice, Alice – I am to blame

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

She didn’t look anything of you

Her neck was so pale and so tender

Eyes wide open to everyone, lips full of blue

Alice, Alice – I love the name

Alice, Alice – down by the tumbleweed

Alice, Alice – I am to blame

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

Your letter writing is real neat

They found her body on the Wednesday

I gave up to the sheriff to face retribution complete

Alice, Alice – I love the name

Alice, Alice– down by the tumbleweed

Alice, Alice – I am to blame

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

Thanks for your regular mail

But I can’t see me ever wedding you

Alice, I ain’t ever getting out this lowly county jail

This Perfect Solar Storm

Happy Valentines! Yes my dears, Ol' Greville and the Tombstones have the love bug today. And there aint none inoculation.

After the last release which was - and let's call a spade a shitting spade here - shitting dark, love has come to brighten up our day. After the darkness, the light is always the brightest. Sometimes to dangerous levels of brightness. And this love song, I hoped to be the ballad on the album (usual disclaimers), was to be that brightest of things - a dangerous love song.
However, I suspect it may have gone well, a bit wrong, a bit,  you know, Coldplay. Ah well. At least there are no plans to ever record this shambles of schmaltz. Unlike Coldplay. So really, 1-0 Greville and the Tombstones there.

Anyway, I do hope you read this over the candlelit table for two.

Greville and the Tomsbstones presents...


This perfect solar storm

Hair of wild sun flares

Eyes of piercing sky stares

Body over men will war

I have seen her

So many times before

She speaks so softly in E minor chord

Plays a room like pieces on a chessboard

A fire line smile flashes across the dark sky

The sky splinters down

Around where I lie

Tonight air is thunder torn

And I find myself wanting her to keep me warm

In this perfect solar storm

Always, in this perfect solar storm

I’ll stay, in this perfect solar storm

Never go away, in this perfect solar storm

Motives shine bright

Easy to be blinded by her light

Not brushed by the fire

Just trust me

You’re burned on a pyre

You’re but a sacrifice met on the altar

A trophy tribute placed gratefully on her

A fire line smile flashes across the dark sky

The sky splinters down

Around where I lie

Tonight air is thunder torn

And I find myself wanting her to keep me warm

In this perfect solar storm

Always, in this perfect solar storm

I’ll stay, in this perfect solar storm

Never go away, in this perfect solar storm

She’s blazing so hot

For all the things she hasn’t got

To the bone she’s bad

No man minds

Experiences they have had

They lie down prone at her feet gladly

In the temple of this sun goddess deity

A fire line smile flashes across the dark sky

The sky splinters down

Around where I lie

Tonight air is thunder torn

And I find myself wanting her to keep me warm

In this perfect solar storm

Always, in this perfect solar storm

I’ll stay, in this perfect solar storm

Never go away, in this perfect solar storm

I try to keep my distance

Not to be struck by insistence

Path of least resistance

I earth myself

Despite the beat’s persistence

I won’t accept a dance with her tonight

My soul lives in the dark, dies from her sight

She moves with grace

As if she own us and this place

She sways in my direction

I steal myself

How can I resist such perfection?

She makes me think I am the only one

I know I am the lonely one, ashes in her Sun

In this perfect solar storm

Always, in this perfect solar storm

I’ll stay, in this perfect solar storm

Never go away, in this perfect solar storm

And I find myself wanting her to keep me warm

In this perfect solar storm

Ooh, ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh, ooh, Ooh-Ooh

A fire line smile flashes across the dark sky

The sky splinters down

Around where I lie

Tonight air is thunder torn

And I find myself wanting her to keep me warm

In this perfect solar storm

In this perfect solar storm

 

I Don’t Want to Go Off to the Land Of Nod

Hey guys!
If I was recording an alt-gothic album this would be the lyrics for a song on it.
They would be inspired by the arty-doodles of @QuirkyJoe_
They would have this review by @jaffne:
"I am awfully concerned by this...all my childhood sweet dreams and lullabies, twisted! I fear I shall never sleep again! It's like Bucks Fizz's Land of Make Believe, but with a serial killer lurking even more menacingly! *weeps*"

Yip - this would be it, alright:

I Don’t Want to Go Off to the Land Of Nod

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod,

That’s where the monsters are

They creep, wait and chase me far

If they catch me,

My bones will be gnawed

At dusk I hear the death rattle windows,

World full of creaks and wheeze

Rain drips slow from misery trees

Night winds gust

With malignant blows

Sleep is out where Alien pessimism goes

They stare at me with objective eyes

They experiment to weigh out lives

Then fly away sadly,

In blue Martian UFO’s

No I don’t want to go to the land of Nod

The land of Nod is reached only by some

A Time split alternate universe

A poisoned fog, an evil drawn hearse

It is the landscape

Where the creatures run

When I sleep deepest I talk to the Dead

Past time Folks come to me

I say my peace to set them all free

To non-listening,

Ghosting Extants in my head

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod

Please don’t take me there,

Place of dark shadow being’s lair

Where nothing is

Without Sense of odd

Night light of the light house, lead me to the shore,

I have had enough of crashing on the rocks

I don’t let the Sandman get too close

Sits in a tower block with a gun

He takes pot-shots at me for fun

Drinking nightcaps

In bloody nightclothes

When I close both eyes I see my dream

She’s lovely, stung lipped and fair

But she’s a soulless nightmare

Just a chemical mix

Of orange and green

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod

All things in my skull reside here

Everything I suppress in fear

Expressions of all

The ways I am flawed

No I don’t want to go to the land of Nod

Night light of the light house! Sweep weak light around!

I have had enough of falling on the rocks

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod

That’s where the monsters are

Lurking in labyrinths most bizarre

Razor walls slashed

Nights’ grey fabric clawed

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod

That’s where the monsters are

They creep, wait and chase me far

If they catch me,

My bones will be gnawed

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod,

I’ll take pills, sup caffeine too

I’ll transfuse all my sleep into you

If they catch you,

Your bones will be gnawed

I won’t go back to the land of Nod

….

….

Dictaphone’s choppy, cracklingly muffled recording:

[Sexy psychiatrist lady voice] So what was it this time?

[Greville Tombs] Paper dinosaurs and goblin zombie wars. Doctor, what does it mean?

[Sexy psychiatrist lady voice] I can’t tell you, we are both in your dream

But, of course, there is no album - so none of this technically ever really happened.

Nuclear Fall out

The more I think on, the better this song fits as an end of album track.

One can properly go to town on it, with a 3 or 4 minute instrumental at the end fading into static, scuzz and looping feedback. You know, in your mind.

By my reckoning, I have only 3 more songs to go before this album is complete with its 13 tracks.

You know, for all this is clearly all nonsense, and potentially a form of psychosis, I can’t help but begin thinking as long as I don’t muck it all up with a couple of really awful ones or ones which start to not relate to my fans' alt-gothic lives, like if I was to sing about how much my bling weighs and how many women I own, this must surely be looking like one of the best non-existent albums ever to be not recorded!

Oh! And just like that, another song title has just come into my head!
My bling be so heavy (but not as heavy as all my ladies’ titties put together)

It’s good because it uses parenthesis cleverly.

Anyway, back to this song, what will be the final track on the album (always remember, there is no album):

Nuclear Fall out

Tonight,

Tonight,

Tonight,

Tonight I don’t recognise your face

The expression is all out of place

I can feel all my bones, organs and veins

Wish I was metal ‘n’ cogs, wouldn’t feel our pains

Wanting to move, I am numb

Wanting to speak, I am dumb

Whatever all said and done is now out

Gone have the chances to swing and to shout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

Love replaced by hotter emotion

Minds whirr off in splendid slow-motion

Once we washed in pure soft sunshine

Clock’s minute hand now stuck at fifty-nine

Wanting to see, I am blind

Wanting the lost, I can’t find

Used to be the dance not the contest bout

Now we’re trying to win by 10 count knockout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We are down on our knees

We don’t heed our own pleas

Holding on broken and battered by blame

Ghosts of us destined to repeat all the same

Fond memories now are hard

We tend to visit their graveyard

We take others there for morbid days out

But at dusk gates close and we are locked out

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We are in our own nuclear winter

So cold that heart beats will splinter

Nothing worth saying; nothing to mention

Strangling freezing iced droplets of tension

We used to find ways to forgive

Now we hate even at all that we live

Through the window we have an infatuation

With people uncontaminated by our radiation

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

From our shelters we walk out,

To a silent fade-out

Take it away brain…

The King of Neptune

After the success of The Unicorn Song, writing another track became tricky. Writing lyrics for an album track is difficult. Trying to write pretend lyrics which are good enough for an album which doesn't exist, but not good enough to be considered for a fragmentary single is a fine line.

In the end I wrote parts of 3 songs. I noticed that each was deeper about love than the last. I made the decision to work on combining the songs into another single quality track.

But this needs to stop. I am not trying to write a fictitious "Best Of" album for my imaginary band after all!

So, here it is:

The King of Neptune

If I was in your thoughts right now, I’d collect them in a glass jar

If I caught your gaze, I would keep it closed in a locket, for all my long days

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

If I caused your lips to smile, I’d change my eyes for a camera

If I could record your talkin’, in case you say my name, I’d play it on my walkman

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

If I captured your attention, I would do all I could to cage it forever

If I could harness a spark, from your synapse, night’s bulb would never be dark

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

But she doesn’t see me, doesn’t know I exist

But I won’t give up, I will persist

I love so much of her, need to write out a list

I’d look up at the stratosphere,

Marvel at neutrons and protons drifting over here

I’d see galaxies when the evening’s sky is very clear

I’d feel the warmth of solar winds when the skylark appear

If I was the King of Neptune

But if I was the King of Neptune

I would weep a monsoon

My life would lack a happy tune

Cos she won’t sing my love songs

No she won’t sweetly right my sour wrongs

Cos I’m like the King of Neptune

Memories locked in your head,

Secrets and ambitions not revealed, never said,

Only these leave the universe when you are dead

I’d like to stretch up for them, catch them all in my net

If I was the King of Neptune

But if I was the King of Neptune

I would weep a monsoon

My life would lack a happy tune

Cos she won’t sing my love songs

No she won’t sweetly right my sour wrongs

Cos I’m like the King of Neptune

If I caused you to draw breath, I would film it as film noir

If you gave me your time, I’d place it in a box, and never let it unwind

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

If you walked through crowds in my direction, I’dve walked so far

If I sensed your presence in a room, I’d bottle it up, wear it as a perfume

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

If I allow myself to wonder, what it’d be like to keep all of her?

If all for myself, contained safely and neatly upon a cabinets’ top shelf

Elements all, but each need the other, can’t survive as the lone-star

Contained in glass jars, pure and unchanged

Looks, moods, feelings all arranged,

I love so much of her, I’m becoming deranged

But if I was the King of Neptune

I would weep a monsoon

My life would lack a happy tune

Cos she won’t sing my love songs

No she won’t sweetly right my sour wrongs

Cos I’m like the King of Neptune

Please, please, please know only this will do:

I would send my subjects into the sun for you

I would let my citadels crumble into ruin for you

I would catch atoms and reorder them back as you

But I am not the King of Neptune

So instead I grow my hair long to try and reach you
Have jars and containers already labelled of you
Keep notes updated in a ledger of love of you
Write rhymes for mute songs about you

Because that's all I can do.

But she doesn’t see me, doesn’t know I exist

But I won’t give up, I will persist

I love so much of her, need to write out a list

If I was in your thoughts right now, I’d collect them in a glass jar.

Looks boxed, moods corked and bottled, feelings preserved in mylar

Your touch would burn me like a ray beam from a star

If I was the King of Neptune

But If I was the King of Neptune

I would weep a monsoon

My life would lack a happy tune

Cos she won’t sing my love songs

No she won’t sweetly right my sour wrongs

Cos I’m like the King of Neptune

But I am not the King of Neptune

I just feel like the King of Neptune

The Unicorn Song

In response to some reviewers suggesting the lyrics on this blog were a little sad and dark I asked what could inspire a happier song?

Unicorns, glitter and rainbows!
Girls singing along!
Joy!

With a new girl band member and unicorns gambling through my thoughts I set right to work. It wasn't easy and it has been the longest I have ever worked on a sweet, sweet set of lyrics.

I needed to enter a world of cherry lips and cheery gripped vibes.

I titled it the Unicorn Song, giving no doubt this was my cookie song for the album. What could be happier? Nothing. Well, maybe if I wrote it while doing cute bunny-hops but that would be difficult. And awkward to explain to the rest of the guys in the office.

And I have had positve pre-reviews:
"This isn't happy at all. Is this about torture?"
"Where does this come from?"
"I like the word 'rainbows'"

See? Mainly positive.

So here it is, a - basically - lovely romance song:


The Unicorn Song
(She Scoops Out Owls For Hats sings non-italics)

I said "Don’t say a word, honey" and I meant it,

We both understood when I asked for my cigarette lit

We were never going back into the bar, obvious I admit

I was taken by you, you’re just my type

I knew you wanted me, but I wanted you more,

You showed surprise when I locked the bedroom door,

I said "Don’t say a word, honey, don’t let me find out you’re a bore"

The night has just got started for us

I tore down the curtains, for gags and ties

The window was naked I cared nothing for prying eyes

The darkness only hints and highlights under purple skies

Hot red lines thicken and pulse

She is older than she looks and she looks good for her age

It’s only instinct to go after the thing which we crave

After all, Unicorns inhale glitter to surf the rainbow wave

Standing over you I salivate at my need,

I take a pin, a vial and stethoscope I want to hear you bleed

"Don’t say a word, honey, break the spell or interrupt my feed"

Yeah, just my type to make me quicken

You were oh so positive, held by my charms

But I knew your heart would be negative once in my arms

"Now Don’t say a word, honey, no point in raising alarms"

Just let me drain away all the worry

She is older than she looks and she looks good for her age

It’s only instinct to go after the thing which we crave After all,

Unicorns inhale glitter to surf the rainbow wave

I never said I was a saint I got high on lead based paint

I never said I was an angel and I’ve never had a complaint

I got fangs, spiral eyes, nails sharp as barbs and no self-restraint

Especially when it comes to you boy

She is older than she looks and she looks good for her age

Little Miss Vampire, is only interested in herself to save

All the crazy Unicorns inhale glitter to surf the rainbow wave

The leather unicorn mask, it’s time to put on

Your terrors are which I am most compellingly drawn

I hear unicorns inhale glitter when they are most forlorn

Your fear sparkles all over my mind

She is older than she looks and she looks good for her age

It’s only instinct to go after the thing which we crave

After all, Unicorns inhale glitter to surf the rainbow wave

Little Miss Vampire, is only interested in herself to save

It’s only instinct to go after the thing which we crave

After all, Unicorns inhale glitter to surf the rainbow wave

Little Miss Vampire, is only interested in herself to save

All the crazy Unicorns inhale glitter to surf the rainbow wave

All the crazy Unicorns inhale glitter to surf the rainbow wave

All the crazy Unicorns inhale glitter to surf the rainbow wave

Also, first 5 CD single copies come with a limited edition sexy and romantic unicorn kinky gimp mask.

I don't even know her

Of course, there will be no singles for sale at all. None. This is not a Band, this is fiction, so we don't record anything. In many ways we are the perfect goth-alt band.

Greville and the Tombstones, we rock baby! Although, of course, we absolutely don't.

No One Hates Me More Than Me

I am not sure that this is the summer feel good hit I had been aiming for, when I started penning it, but it will be our summer single.

I call it - No One Hates Me More Than Me

Sometimes it’s comforting to know,

That no one hates me more than me.

You may see the things I do,

You may know the man I am

But you can’t despise me in all the ways I can

Yes, sometimes it’s comforting to know,

That no one hates me more than me.

When you’re in the doorway,

The flicker of flint lights up a smile,

I live with me forever, but you only stay for a while

Yes, sometimes it’s comforting to know,

That no one hates me more than me.

Disgust, betrayal – I let you down,

I see it’s all played out in your eye,

But mine sheds a bucketful for every tear you cry

Yes, sometimes it’s comforting to know,

That no one hates me more than me.

If I could start again, no regrets to carry,

If I could start again, all new,

We could both be happy, but I would sure miss you.

Sometimes it’s comforting to know,

That no one hates me more than me.

I know, right? Considering there is no band, or record - Wow.

I Feel You In My Heart All Year

This is a song I have called: I Feel You In My Heart All Year

I feel you in my heart all year,

That is why I am writing this song in summer,

Truth is told

Remembering you so completely, is hard

And that is why I just can’t seem to get it right.

The eyes failed by memories old.

I went to the moon, just to impress you,

But don’t you see, I only returned for her.

Your hair, island bleached coconut

Your skin, tastes of champagne, or so I heard,

Truth be told

Your smile flashes as a sunbeam

I was taken in wanting warmed by the flame

But you kept a distance and I was cold

I went to the moon, just to impress you,

But don’t you see, I only returned for her.

I was not offered your temptation,

There were times when I wish it had been so,

Truth is told.

On those days I doubt I did any good

My body’s cursed, mind damned and soul so quiet

They helped my deceit and lines I sold

I went to the moon, just to impress you,

But don’t you see, I only returned for her.

I planted codes in letters I wrote

Late on hard rain nights, I’d hope you’d crack,

Truth is told

Everything I did was for your affection

It was your game, a mess, where rules were broken

The stakes were raised, always intending to fold.

I went to the moon, just to impress you,

But don’t you see, I only returned for her.

I knew,

I knew it was for nothing,

All the same, I cherished every crumb thrown,

Truth is told

It was a simple fool’s belief in chance

A fairy tale you strung out wide like cotton weave

It was a trap, a net which you alone controlled

I went to the moon, just to impress you,

But don’t you see, I only returned for her.

I wonder if anyone comes through

Unscarred by the pretty wishes they cry for

Truth is told

For me there was another girl

She was there to love me and keep me true

And now it is her, not you, I hold

I went to the moon, just to impress you,

But don’t you see, I only returned for her.

I still always feel you in my heart,

That is why I am writing this song in summer,

Truth is told

Remembering you so utterly, is hard

And I just don’t want to ever get it right.

Eyes blinded by memories of gold.

I went to the moon, just to impress you,

But don’t you see, I only returned for her.

- TRACK 5 -

You know what it's like. Lunchtime at the office and it is a slow online news day so you write an Americana song you will never perform for the album you are not making with a band only in your mind. I had intended this to be purely a time wasting device and a song that no one would ever hear.

Not just because it will never be recorded but because I wanted it to be an album "Filler".

That track which automatically is FForwarded or skipped. It's sole reason and purpose, to fill out the song numbers on the back of the CD case.

Occassionally, these tracks serve the added function of padding out the running time of an album. I call those tracks - "Underhand"

Album filler tracks are not ever designed to be listened to out of choice so usually contain throwaway lyrics (if at all - band instrumentals are the worst), more experimental sounds and a genaral feeling that we have entered into a mutual contract wherby the band won't play it at a gig so we don't need to listen to it enough times to work out which bits to move in unison to.

Almost all albums have these filler tracks. Usually they are Track no. 5. Except for Best of's... and Now! That's what's, naturally. Even some of the most popular albums ever produced have them. Oasis' (What's The Story) Morning Glory? Hey Now. Radiohead's OK Computer? FITTER HAPPIER. In fact, here is FITTER HAPPIER. Feel free to scroll passed it to the rest of the blog. It is exactly what Radiohead would want you to do.



So, under this light, I felt a 15 minute run at making up a song over a lunchtime apple and mango smoothie would be ideal conditions to create my own "filler" track.

So this is where we find ourselves. Of course, I am not certain if this then makes this here's entire bloggette essentially a filler and, if so, I am then even less certain how I should be feeling about it. After all, I hadn't planned on anyone wanting to hear the song all the way to the end, let alone once - but I do hope people enjoy reading my blogs to their conclusion.

It is mixed emotions, therefore, in posting this one.

If I was a HAL9000, I'd be shunting folks out evacuation hatches like there was no tomorrow right now. Anyway, here is my latest song for the album that does not exist.

-TRACK 5-

Every girl is a fairytale

But you’re hard to read

You wear hurt as gems of adornment

Eyes searching for shore on a sea of torment

Your flattery deceives

Oh – oh – oh

You have a cloak to hide a dagger

You hide a frown behind the laughter

You short out the Sun with your dark matter

Oh – oh – oh

Eat the apple, Snow White

You will be alright

I want to be the one who kisses you awake

The guilt and the pleasure

Without one the other cannot measure

Keep both as close as stolen treasure

Oh – oh – oh

Eat the apple, Snow White

You will be alright

I want to be the one who kisses you awake

The mirror on the wall

I don’t think it knows you at all

When it reflects on your beauty and grace

It’s blinded from your horror by your fair face

Your lips betray your words

Oh – oh – oh

From the tower let your hair down

From the cage lay the bone down

From the castle shoot the king down

Oh – oh – oh

Eat the apple, Snow White

You will be alright

I want to be the one who kisses you awake

The girl who burns the vowels out of my lore

You are the wolf who howls at my door

My darling fairytale wh**e

Oh – oh – oh

Eat the apple, Snow White

You will be alright

I want to be the one who kisses you awake