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A Ballad for my Darling
02:58
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Take a fine stroll to the Cemetery,
take a fine look for it's where I'll bury you,
my Sweetheart, my Darling,
I bet your mouth has just widened like that hole I'll push you in after this cemetery stroll,
my sweetheart, my Darling,
My Darling,
My Darling.
My Darling,
My Darling,
You may wonder why such a fine occurance,
could happen to you without a disturbance but,
everybody dies,
As you stand there and you wear your lipstick,
please just be aware that may get cryptic from here,
my Sweetheart, my Darling
my Darling,
my Darling
my Darling
oh my Darling,
I never meant to hurt ya,
I onnly meant to murder,
my Darling,
my Darling,
Oh-my Darling
my, Darling,
my Darling,
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2. |
Gallons of Guilt
03:14
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I saw the blood upon the floor,
Something that I can’t stand no more,
that shit is where I draw the fucking line,
The mum thought that she had a shout-
-and throw my fucking shit about
Well I just couldn’t sit and pout,
I spilt a cup of blood or two,
I filled a coffin-what can I do?
Can I still have you Sugar?
Skulls in my closet? Might be true,
But I’d never Bury you-
Can I still have you, Sugar?
I made a hole within the skin,
a place to put my regrets in,
when you told me this was not a win,
I should have listened now it’s too late,
And now my mind’s in a debate,
About all the things I hate,
I spilled a cup of blood or two,
Could fill a crypt-oh nothing new,
Can I still have you, Sugar?
I spilled a jug of blood or three,
Thought I’d find some ecstasy,
But not without you Sugar,
I spilled a cup of blood or two-
but I still
belong to you
Can I still have you, sugar?
A spoonful of sugar will not wash this medicine down
A spoonful of sugar will not wash this medicine down
A spoonful of sugar cannot wash this medicine down
A spoonful of sugar will not wash this medicine down!
Won't wash this medicine down,
Won't wash this medicine down,
(metal noise)
(Pterodactyl scream)
Fucking Gallons of guilt,
Fuck- Fuck,
Fucking gallons of guilt!
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Made me kiss you with a whisper
And violently you swung through an unfamiliar tongue
You couldn't listen to tradition
You grabbed me by the wrist to silently insist
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Unsugared taste
Let's waste away the evening
The afternoon, the afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something
To direct some laughter at
You stood shirtless and confident
Listening to the fools, tickling the rules
Their obsessions followed patterns
Sat upon their stools with their attitudes
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Unsugared taste
We'll waste away the evening
The afternoon, the afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something
To direct some laughter at
The evening,
Unsugared taste,
Let's waste away the evening
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Unsugared taste
Let's waste away the evening
The afternoon and the afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something
To direct some laughter at
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4. |
The Forest
04:24
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They’re,
coming for you,
out of the gloom,
to seal your doom
They,
Crawl through the forest,
And if I’m honest,
Their legs’ the longest,
I’ve seen for miles,
Of that crook’d style,
Legs,
Scattering through,
Sounds warning you,
Crunching what flew,
out silver trees,
Down with dead leaves,
And branch-deposit,
Under the forest,
They’re,
crawling to you,
creatures that groom,
you till blood looms,
over your face,
where they can taste,
you will you waste,
in that dark space,
in that harsh place,
known as the forest,
where you deposit,
For death….
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Twisted Ecstasy England, UK
Twisted Ecstasy are a a band based in Kent, England that creates dark but slow music with guitars and lyrics about cemeteries, romance and death.
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