Hospital Radio (screen shot version)

It's perhaps not a surprise that Greville and the Tombstones was always going to go a bit Radiohead.

Radiohead's musical journey is rather like losing one's mind, after all.

Releasing tracks unconnected to albums.
Using scuzzy-dialled-up electronic technology.
Talk of a Japanese market only EP.

All pure Radiohead. And now, at least for a time, Greville and the Tombstones. Without the Japanese market only, fan coveted EP.

Here is a screen shot version release of Hospital Radio.

With the 2nd album still to be released, I truly hope this will become a #grevilleandthetombstones fan favourite in the live canon set. It might even make it onto a future album. Or EP.

Oh, there is no Japanese market only EP.

Please enjoy Hospital Radio (screen shot version) :

Coffin Blues (screen shot version)

Here is a little treat for Greville and the Tombstones fans (#therearenofans ... no, wait... that's not right).

This is the screen shot version of...

The Coffin Blues

#thereisnoband

Love is only true to its maker

This was a strange bringing of life to a lyric. First it was never meant to exist.

I had thought the album track listing was complete.

It turns out I had one more thing to say about love.

Then I had the lyrics before the title. That never happened before. I'm no Brad Roberts.

In fact the title was the last and most difficult aspect. But the lyrics were there so needed a title - so they got one.

This song is probably about as dense and creepy as I want my 2nd album with it's pop/rock altgoth sound (y'know, for the kids) to go.

So just as well it is the last one for the album.

I do hope you like it. And accept the title.

Here is
Love Is Only True To Its Maker:

I want love that breaks her

I want love that blinds her

I want love that compels her

 

But my love is Briareos’ sea off Heaven’s shore

But my love is the night time wood in twilight glow

But my love is copper lights hung from a fairground show

But my love is of moonlit gravestone cast shadow

 

My love is not enough for her

And I cannot make it any stronger

 

I need love that cherishes her

I need love that can keep her

I need love that I weep for her

 

But my love is presence of pale candle smoke

But my love is a gemstone laced with extra choke

But my love is light cut prism imprisoned under the cloak

But my love is merely a darkly thrown vow I invoke

 

Mould grows where my love goes

Bitter sting is the flame in icicle froze

My Love is only a truth it’s maker knows

 

My love is not enough for her

And I cannot make it any stronger

 

I have love weakened for her

I have love mortally for her

I have love confined for her

 

Oh! My love is a turret chamber room walled-in

Oh! My love is silent, damp, maddeningly entombed in

Oh! My love does lurk, waits, howls where it is found in

Oh! Perished, putrid, crumbling de-composition

 

My love is not enough for her

And I cannot take this any longer

 

Leave to me my walled-in love

Listen rattles, chains my love

Living ache I feel my love

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 ~

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!

Now that's what I call Greville 1!

Where Greville and The Tombstones lack tunes, the occasional broadcasts (tweets) of Greville Tombs Radio over on Twitter only spin real songs.

Here is the first compilation album of Greville Tombs Radio to soundtrack this day - whatever day you are here.

1. Jeff Buckely: Hallelujah



2. Unkle Bob: Ships on the Shoreline



3. Nick Cave and Warren Ellis: Song for Bob


4. Lana Del Rey: Gods and Monsters


5. Smashing Pumpkins: Ava Adore


6. Ryan Kickland: In Trouble



7. Caitlin Rose: Shanghai Cigarettes


8. Michael Gray FT Laura Kidd (She Makes War)


9. Sleeper: Nice Guy Eddie


10. Crash Test Dummies: How Does A Duck Now


11. Counting Crows: Mr Jones



12. King Creosote: Not One Bit Ashamed


13. Ellie Goulding: Dead in the water


14. Regina Spektor: Samson




There is no compilation. This is just a series of imbedded videos.

I'm Gonna Scare the Man In The Moon

Here is a Halloween track release.

I've always loved Halloween. A Christmas for one's wild side. Lighting ghoulish faced lanterns, playing sticky games and dressing up in scary homemade costumes. Ghosts and witches were the classic costumes, weren't they?

Nowadays it's all sexy nurses and sensual bats and seductive CSI Technicians.

Yes, you can keep your zombie cheerleaders and your play boy devil bunnies. A witch is who I want to be creeping me out under the full moon on All Hallows Eve.

Anyway, I hope you all have a fan(g)tastic and terr(or)ific night and enjoy this lyric. Oh! and remember: the monsters are not in your head. That noise in the other room is something you might not want to investigate until morning.


Anyway, here it is... It's called:

I'm Gonna Scare the Man In The Moon

I’ve been thinking lately, about my grave mortality

About birth and death, and what lies between

Is just earth and breath and Halloween

I’ve been looking up lately, at the man in the moon

“A charlatan faker”, his mean light does accuse

“Lovers’ taker of esteem be your muse”

I’ve been plotting lately, how I’m gonna show him

They really care, and I can find love in their tune

Yeah, I’m gonna scare the man in the moon

I’m gonna scare the man in the moon

Carve the sun

Into a jack-o-lantern

Shine it down onto his face soon

I’m gonna scare the man in the moon

I’ve been grieving lately, on my life’s weed full pathway

Moments passed, opportunities I have betrayed

On all of the fast, tease decisions I’ve made

I’ve been looking up lately, at the man in the moon

His pale grey eyes, shine right down round me,

“witch the flies time night, wary always Be”

I’ve been waiting up lately, long for my right of reply

My lover tells, man in the moon’s tricks are sly

“Witches cast spells, need broomsticks to fly”

I’m gonna scare the man in the moon

Carve the sun

Into a jack-o-lantern

Shine it down onto his face soon

I’m gonna scare the man in the moon

Join me in moonlight, there’s nothing to fear

With you, dear, I could be sincere

I’m gonna scare the man in the moon

With razor teeth

Wizened heart underneath

Like a rotten bud after the bloom

I’m gonna scare the man in the moon

I’ve not been sleeping lately, dwelling on my grave mortality

About birth and death and sorrow, and what lies between

Is just earth and breath we borrow, and Halloween

Well I’m gonna scare the man in the moon

His light gleams onto my impenetrable gloom

Thanks to my amazing Twitter followers for posting me pictures of sultry witches when I asked for help. They inspired me!

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!