Wild Beasts - Smother
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Release date: 08 February 2012
By drawing out the dark side of sex, the band have made a masterpiece
In 1993, journalist Auberon Waugh established the Bad Sex In Fiction Award while editor of London’s distinguished Literary Review . It was intended to draw attention to what he called the “crude, tasteless and often perfunctory use of redundant passages of sexual description in contemporary novels, and to discourage it”. Last year’s winner, Rowan Somerville (key line: “like a...
- May 4, 2011
The Lexington, London, December 7
- Jan 7, 2013
Wild Beasts, British Sea Power, Frank Ocean
- Jul 19, 2011
- Jun 11, 2008
The band will play their 2011 album 'Smother' this week in London and at ATP festival
Tickets will be released by ballot for the intimate London gig in December
Kendal band tell fans to "party like there's no tomorrow"
Wild Beasts - Smother: Wikipedia Album Entry
The Third Studio Album by the British Indie/Experimental Band Wild Beasts. Released on 9 May 2011.
"Lion's Share" – 4:14
"Bed of Nails" – 4:18
"Deeper" – 3:01
"Loop the Loop" – 4:06
"Plaything" – 4:21
"Invisible" – 2:58
"Albatross" – 3:12
"Reach a Bit Further" – 3:36
"Burning" – 4:44
"End Come Too Soon" – 7:32
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I find you hid in Mirrorville
Creature of the deep
Waifish as a widow
And without sufficient sleep
I would lie anywhere with you
Any old bed of nails would do
Ink up the wound for a cruel tattoo
A big old red heart with an anchor stuck through
The breakfast is all laid out
Waiting on you to arrive
The sun just risin'
And going down again
Oh, don't you think
That people are the strangest things?
Design of desire
Means all that the heart requires
New squeeze, take off your chemise
And I'll do as I please
I know I'm not any kind of heartthrob
But at the same time, I'm not any sort of sloth
I see our enemies, I see them on their knees
Crawling across the floor, you killed them all
Outside our door, the gaping hole
Into which all will fall
How callous the ocean you cross?
I, I blame you, I blame you
I was angry and brash as a bull
You were devastatingly beautiful
I was crude, I was lewd, I was rude
I was not in the mood
I'm saved, you pull my fingers out the dirt
You pluck me wriggling from the world
I'm saved, you cast me up into the wind
You shook my body from the skin
Brake some bread
Nights dingles with the neverendingness
End come to soon