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by Frances-Frances

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1.
Surf & Turf 03:44
I end up doing a three point turn Out of this match made in purgatory Looking to make these grey eyes blue Humiliated by the real world We learnt to cover our genitalia It's only damage, it can be rectified Do you want to have an erroneous love life If that be the case you'd better stick with me From rubbing shoulders to rubbing noses I'm rising up through the food chain Why can't a dolphin swim on terra firma Dousing gross attitudes Your life ain't a journey It's an itinerary My coping mechanism Kicks it from pillar to post now Providing A bleeding heart Providing A new memoir Can you get done in for your guilty pleasures And if you can will I ever get there? It was characterised by furtive fucking It was characterised by fantastic fucking And because you got sick of desperation And because I got tired of being below par
2.
You reached for my hand It went downhill from there You imagine me in a domestic setting I imagine you as punctuation All of the traits in your nature have become tragic I don't want to deal every Sunday AM With your arm clamping me to the bed You're a sweet dull pain Small 'c' conservative I went ahead and slept with someone else on your birthday You knew the truth but you daren't take me to task All of the traits in your nature have become tragic I don't want to deal every Sunday AM With your arm clamping me to the bed Such a dull pain reached for my hand This is torture This is torture And you like it You like torture Our X and Y axes never met We were only ever associates You like torture All of the traits in your nature have become tragic I don't want to deal every Sunday AM With your arm clamping me to the bed Maybe someone else will be thrilled to be Bored to death by you and you both can decay in love
3.
Look what they've gone and done They've gone and knocked the load-bearing wall down Parting shot after parting shot Kismet makes me call you over sweet Hardy And Hardy, I fought valiant for you The least you could do is return the favour Kiss me kiss me Hardy And why do you only love me at night And why do you only kiss me when you're high Put it out for the other boys and girls but me Fetch me the brandy Hardy
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A shot for my unlucky one Who wants to mainline lighter fluid In a self-destructive haze Am I really the only one Who can take you to the needlepoint of your mind With the tune of the second fiddle I remember winning you over And thinking that you were a sucker What did you offer? The pre-eminent heartthrob, baby Beats its way to a condition Why did you bother? Don't you know how foolhardy you are? Our spirits aren't kindred, you sap It's trivial We were two lonely puppies in the midst of November I was weak and called you over But you were weaker It makes me shudder All I get to hear is radio interference from your gob You say: "Meet me Thursday by the Catford Cat, 5:30" I say: "It was time laid waste" A shot in the dovetail My social circle, your social spiral Not the urbane one you thought you were You resent what you can't have You are my yo-yo, my darling yo-yo You will never have me as betrothed I never asked to be your foil How dare you try to put the reins on me

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released September 1, 2017

All tracks written by Joshua Taylor

Joshua Taylor - voice, guitars, bass, keyboards, 'drums', production
Charlie Wigglesworth - production

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Post-punk/glam from London.

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