In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Motorcycle Display Team
Motorcycle Display Team
Performer
Nick Squires
Nick Squires
Cello
Corey Wickens
Corey Wickens
Violin
Emma Owens
Emma Owens
Viola
Jo Robinson
Jo Robinson
Background Vocals
Joseph Cianchi
Joseph Cianchi
Piano
Sarah Tuke
Sarah Tuke
Violin
Suzie Creevy
Suzie Creevy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Hinds
Steven Hinds
Songwriter
Morgan Condon
Morgan Condon
Songwriter
Matthew Eyre
Matthew Eyre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Holmes
David Holmes
Producer

Testi

To The Endless (explicit)
Believe me when I say I'm telling you a lie
But I'm trying to keep this show on the road
And? No one's come and seen us now for years
'Cos we're such exquisite torture to behold
Gold is no longer standard
I am just a man
That has no will to change
A trail of broken promises lies in our wake
And neglect, our only child, was no mistake
It's easy with nothing to bear in mind
A frisson of indifference in this cold
Old is just where we landed
We only demanded
Punctuality of body on body
A narcotic dependence
Crawling from the remnants
Of a life that love forgot
What are we supposed to be?
Why fuck a mortal enemy?
For a pint of blood and a belly full of holes
The bedroom is a battleground
Our cries and whispers are the sound
Of unexploded ordnance underfoot
As I reach for an analogy
A full bottle in front of me
Our blissful inability
To care
What are we supposed to be?
Why fuck a mortal enemy?
For a pint of blood and a belly full of holes
The bedroom is a battleground
Our cries and whispers are the sound
Of unexploded ordnance underfoot
When they call the armistice
Too late to salvage all of this
Tale cribbed from our squalid darkened sheets
Written by: Matthew Eyre, Morgan Condon, Steven Hinds
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