If My Love is an Altar, My Lips are Daggers

Here is a Greville and the Tombstones song:
If My Love is an Altar, My Lips are Daggers

To be sung by girls.

I’m hard crushing!

So into you

I’m red blushing!

Should you might

One night

Take up my invite

I’m having all the ghoul kids over

We can try to contact the living

We’ll hold hands Listen to favourite bands

Whatever you want, I’m giving

And I know what they say:

My lips hold a curse they betray

A fate sealed by my kiss

But don’t run away

Boy’s lips lie

Kiss me anyway

I’m having all the ghoul kids over

For a wide eyed candle Séance

We’ll squeeze tight

Can stay together all night

Speak in tongues as Bon Vivants

And I know what they say:

My lips stopped Steve getting away

A fate sealed by my kiss

But don’t run away

Boy’s lips lie

Kiss me anyway

I hear you’re a writer

A poet turned match striker

Words inked to ignite her

Delicate soul

My lips burn hot for you

My waters run deep for you

My eyes turn black as two

Lumps of Coal

I’ll kiss you under beams of destruction

We’ll be perfection in the setting sun

And I know what they say:

My lips made Dave pass right away

A fate sealed by my kiss

But don’t run away

Boy’s lips lie

Kiss me anyway

I’m having all the ghoul kids over

See if we can sacrifice the liars

Down with me lie

A kiss between you and I

Hope so much you don’t die

And I know what they say:

My lips spell out “obitu-aray”

A fate sealed by my kiss

But don’t run away

Boy’s lips lie

Kiss me anyway

Kiss me anyway

Here is the single CD sleeve art:

#thereisnosingle
#thereisnosong
#thereisnoband
#grevilleandthetombstones4eva

 

The Romantic Masochist: the Wunderbar! remix

One of the dear fans of Greville and the Tombstones, @tellthee, has translated Romantic Masochist into German. How fantastic is that!?

Here is the German version of Romantic Masochist, written by the super @tellthee:

 

 

 

 

 

Should Greville and the Tombstones ever do an international tour and play Berlin, THIS is the version of Romantic Masochist which will be performed.

 

My German is not good. But I think this song's chorus covers how I feel about @tellthee and her kind gift - Ladies and Gentleman I give you Tenpole Tudor and their song Wunderbar; "There is a word in German and I think it says it all... Wunderbar!"

 

I agree!

Romantic Masochist: live!

Above the darkened laboratory, slick with night, a thunder whip crack of lightning boils the heavy rain. Was that the storm or someone inside the walls, wailing? A creak of a wooden beam, or a neck? On a night such as this anything could happen.

Yes, on a night such as this, anything could happen. A lyric without a sound can even gain a voice.

The incredible @SoBukiRa has made this top YOUTUBE (!!!) video, giving cool life to the Greville and the Tombstones lyric, The Romantic Masochist. I think her voice is amazing and it helps for a video that Buki just a bit all-round-hot too.





Seriously, I am constantly humbled when people read these sweet alt-goth words and imbibe them a soul from their enjoyment.

I remain confused and as entertained as anyone with your love of a band that is only in my head. I am very lucky for Twitter to have introduced me to so many cool people.

Thank you, Buki, on a night such as this you have made my day!

HEART ERECTION!

Inspiration comes in many guises. The way a girl dances alone in the far corner across the room like she is the music made flesh. Two dragonflies playing only inches above a pond under a watery sun of warming summer morning. A feeling you recognise so well because it comes to you so often you've given it a name. A friend returning from a holiday on Crete with a bottle of Heart Erection Par-Fume which she bought. As I say, who knows where I get my ideas from.





This song is scuzzy lo-fi rock, y'know: for the kids. It's Called:
Heart Erection

 

Heart erection!

Heart erection!

I got me a heart erection!

Whoa-ho!

 

Sundial at noon

The sun rose at noon

And still it rose too soon

 

See

 

I got eyes that flicker low

Candles flame at haunted window

I got teeth I grind hard

Crooked tombstones in a graveyard

 

Woo!

But I’m feeling happy, the evening’s fine

I’ve got this girl’s hand in mine

 

Heart erection!

I got me a heart erection!

Whoa-ho!

 

Oil slick night

Satin dress tight

This bottom lip bite

 

See

 

I’m wired for you girl so bad

With one stroke you switch off my sad

Evil is in the Devil’s plan

I signed the contract to be your man

 

 

Woo!

Devil knows ya can’t spell satin without sin

I can’t see lust without you in

 

See

 

The Devil did well, though I’m off to Hell

It’s worth it for you, And that’s a fact,

To have made this demon lover pact

To turn me into perfection

To give you a heart erection!

 

Oh Yeah!

Heart erection!

I got me a heart erection!

Whoa-ho!

 

Bloodied heart

Four chambered heart

Cannot sever never part

 

Priest best clear his diary for my confession

I got me a heart erection!

I got me a heart erection!

Woo! Woo!

It's the Woo Woo parts that's the kids'll dig the most.

Take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds

It's a summer's day. Here is a song.


It's Called:
Take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds

Blood is draining from my brain

My vision is dim

Take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds!

 

Once I caught the sight of you

When you came in

Take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds!

 

Wishbone corset, bone thin fingers,

Cold, rictus grin

Take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds!

 

Reverb of a tolling churchyard bell

Deep inside, within

 

Oh, immediately I love you!

Oh, immediately a feeling true!

Like a snake bite of sweet venom!

Sadness now a shallow I have swum!

So take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds!

 

The killer heels signal clear

Dance we’ll begin

Take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds!

 

In your direction is a vortex

Gladly I’ll spin

Take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds!

 

At the tunnel’s end, a grave

I will end up in

Take me while I’m smiling, black winged birds!

It’s basically if death was a lovely lady.

The Romantic Masochist: acoustic version

@greebstreebling came to me with the idea for me to handwrite some of my lyrics. So I opened my note book and did.

I guess this is Greville and the Tombstones unplugged.

So here is the acoustic version of The Romantic Masochist. Mandolin not drawn.

The Romantic Masochist

A Typo (www.theretronaut.com)

Valentine's Day was made for this.

A song perfect for this day of love and relationships and perfect for a second album.

This a song about the purest love for someone: altgoth love.
Unrequited love.

This is a love song for you.












It's called:


The Romantic Masochist

This is a song I wrote about a lovely relationship.

It might have needed more hammer.

Please don’t touch me,

Deny me your tender kiss

Because I’m your romantic masochist

Don’t put me out my misery

Because it’s what makes me, me

Your static hard-line stare

Only says to me you care

I’m Hurtin’,  I am Hurtin

But to me, it’s just flirtin

Don’t put me out my misery

Because it’s what makes me, me

Please don’t touch me,

Deny me your tender kiss

Because I’m your romantic masochist

My spirit is a glass blown

Ornament never shown

With a breath, shatter me

I’ll crawl on it, hand ‘n knee

Don’t put me out my misery

Because it’s what makes me, me

I need you to hammer

Home the lover

With a claw hammer

From the shed

Take the hammer

Take the hammer

Hammer home the lover

Until it’s over

Until it’s done

Smell of desperate sweat

Polishing tarnished regret

I am broken and I’m done

But I’ve had, so much fun

Don’t put me out my misery

Because it’s what makes me, me

Please don’t touch me,

Deny me your tender kiss

Because I’m your romantic masochist

And here is the single sleeve art:



A love song that thinks it's dying

Hello.
Here is the best song about love ever written. Or at least it would be if it had a chorus. Or a tune. So it is only possibly the best song about love ever written, but certainly the best song about love ever written by Greville and the Tombstones, at a lunchtime.

I hope you enjoy it.

It's called:

Frog in a Beaker

Is that a flutter in my soul?

Or is it a death twitch?

These days hard to say,

Which is which

So tough to tell,

If I’m sick or well

Am I just feeling calm?

‘fore a comin’ storm?

Skies are always dark

Chill I can’t warm

So got no plan

I’m no weatherman

Future the Present stole

The Past is made of coal

Life goes into a black hole

Is this Devil’s theatre?

Am I playing a part?

A script I can’t follow

Plot hole of the heart

So I lie I confess

You I try to impress

Yeah, your eyes twinkle

In the electric bright

Of this buzzing neon

Gas warnin’ light

So hard to see

What’s hurtin’ me

Love is anaesthesia

Buried dread is amnesia

Lust is involuntary seizure

Hangin’ out with you

Without a care

Chemicals boiling

None too aware

Gettin’ weaker

Like a frog in a beaker

I ain’t noticin’ the situation

Like a frog in a beaker

 


  I have not made a CD cover design for it yet.

A Grevilly Christmas!

I tweeted the lyrics as #grevadvent in December 2013 and this is what's behind the 24th door! Welcome grevadventurers!

This is the #grevadvent tweets collected and presented as the Greville and the Tombstones' Christmas song!!

It is not exactly #altgothic and not the usual romance ballad, but if it was good enough for The Darkness not to take themselves too seriously for once and to do a one off novelty seasonal track, then it is good enough for ol' Greville and the Tombstones.

I hope it gets all fans of the band and indeed everyone in the festive mood! It ticks all the boxes - Santa, mistletoe and tinsel.

Imagine, like, loads of sleigh bells being jingled during it, too, if you want.

It'd definitely get onto Now This Is Christmas! if it was actually a song.

The B-Side would be a 7 min composition called: Santa's Right For Dub.

Merry Seasonal Times - one and all!

Here is the single cover:

On the Naughty List

*Those lyrics in italic are sung by She Scoops Out Owls For Hats or another darlin'.

[Sampled curt 1964 BBC styled male voice] We all go in, we-all-go-out, we all go in, we-all-go-out

I aint getting a present this Christmas

I aint getting a nutmeg, mistletoe kiss

Saint Nick checked and here’s a twist

My name’s twice on the Naughty List

 

Oh… I’ve been bad

Made my pretty darlin’ sad

When she impales the angel on top of the tree

Well, I think she’s thinkin’ of me

 

Oh-ho…

 

Snow layin’ and deep’nin’

Low as sobs of my darlin’s weepin’

When she hangs her stocking at the chimney

Well, I think she’s thinkin’ of me

 

I aint getting a present this Christmas

I aint getting a nutmeg, mistletoe kiss

Saint Nick checked and here’s a twist

My name’s twice on the Naughty List

 

Oh… I’ve been bad

Worst Christmas we have had

When she puts down Mary in the nativity

Well, I think she’s thinkin’ of me

 

Oh-ho…

 

Orange n’ cinnamon nights,

Outside glitter and tinsel frost bites

When she carves up the Christmas turkey

Well, I think she’s thinkin’ of me

 

Whoa-ho…

I’m strung out on merry lights, Strung out on those berry lights

 

If you hope to get absolution,

You’ll need more than keepin’ a New Year’s resolution!

 

Oh Darlin’! I can change, don’t fear,

I’ll get Saint Nick to score my name off twice next year.

 

Some piece of work you turned out to be,

I know you aint ever were thinkin’ of me!

 

No–ho-ho…

 

I aint getting a present this Christmas

I aint getting a nutmeg, mistletoe kiss

Saint Nick checked and here’s a twist

My name’s twice on the Naughty List

It’s a twist ‘cos my name’s twice on the Naughty List

[Sampled US 1950’s girl group] Jing, jing, jinglin’ an’ Jing, jing, jinglin’ on, an’ [to quick fade-out]

Another battler of soulweeds

This is another set of lyrics. Or rather this is not another set of lyrics. If these lyrics were an actress they would be Kirsten Dunst.

Not perhaps the tastefully lit REM video where I (sorry, we) have an invite to fall for the pure innocent essence of Kirsten all over again.


Kirsten *sigh*


No, they would be Kirsten Dunst singing an early 80's hit in a less than comfortable manga p0rny styled music video.



That's why these just are not another set of lyrics.

These lyrics are a continuation of the New Mermaid Sound for the new album and I am fond of them.


This is you favourite imaginary alt-gothic band!!

Another Battler of Soulweeds:

I’m battling the Soulweeds heavy today

Not complaining, I have found a way

As they say

A shallow grave still has heavy soil

The digger needs a spade down with toil

And the dirt feels like clay

For you, I battle Soulweeds

When I think of all your past deeds

You equipped me with all my needs

To go battling Soulweeds

I’m battling hard to even get moving today

As mist on a tune, I hang onto a cold day

It’s all grey

Like a derelict web on a winter tree

I cling shivering onto what used to be

Emotions caught me good

For you, I battle Soulweeds

When I think of all your past deeds

You equipped me with all my needs

To go battling Soulweeds

I’m battling shadows slow-jamming today

Hurt you gave me, Just chemical odelay

I am OK

Your actions planted the seeds

And now I am battling Soulweeds

Just battling against Soulweeds

I’ll face those Soulweeds, they won’t win!

I’ll look them absolute in the eye

I’ll battle those Soulweeds, won’t give in!

I’ll cut them down, watch them die

I’m battling passion storms blowing today

I am in a nihilistic, Combat mood way

Loaded misery

I’m a lone tragedy taking a walk

Tell by bloodied eyes, had ‘nuff talk

About all this today

For you, I always battle Soulweeds!

When I think of all your past deeds

You equipped me with all my needs

To go battling Soulweeds

To go battling Soulweeds

[we battle soulweeds we battle soulweeds we battle soulweeds we battle soulweeds]