Beasts Of England

by Fighting Caravans

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released October 1, 2015

Written by Fighting Caravans // Recorded at LOOM Studio by Grant Henderson // Mastered by Masterpiece.



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Fighting Caravans England, UK

‘A tacky disco meets a Last-mile wake’…Fighting Caravans is an alternative-rock quintet from Leeds. Taking influences from early American Blues and more contemporary Rock music, the group delivers bold social commentaries akin to sounds of Nick Cave (Grinderman), QOTSA and Radiohead, with subtle Country, Jazz and Psychedelic overtones. ... more

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Track Name: Tyrannosaur
In a French coma I give in,
To the aroma of your undercooked skin,
And my heart beats, like blind rats in a pet shop window,

When you say I love you, I say I loathe you more,

A tacky disco meets a last mile wake,
For such an awesome feat, should you be crowned my widow...

When you say I love you, I say I loathe you more,
I don't pull punches like the tyrannosaur (you are),

I fight dirty if I fight at all...
Track Name: P.T.T
Please say something awful, give me bumps to my head,
You have a chilly smile that could warm Bobby Drakes' bed,
Let's read the obituaries, fantasise how we'll die,
I'd choose a house fire just so long as you'd ignite,

Sometimes I wish I was God,
Sometimes I wish for his money,
Sometimes I wish I was pretty, tattooed and teenaged,

Later on at the box office in the flawed light of love and grief,
Seven years without an audience confounds my disbelief,
Sometimes I wish I was God,
Sometimes I wish for his money,
Sometimes I wish I was pretty, tattooed and teenaged,

Not like a crime of passion splattered over the walls,
I gotta keep my head underground,
In coffin stuffed with cotton balls,
To stop it rattling 'round,
Now it's closing time in the garden,
Please dim down the lights,
We'll watch Eve bite chunks out of Adam,
Track Name: Exec. Style
Some people do like to flap their lips,
A suitor with a bouquet of poison ivy,
The salesman of the year only speaks from his heart with a nightcap at the bar,

In Acapulco we'll drink rum from the coconut,
No good ever came from a piece of cherry pie,
Stack 'em high 'til they reach the second floor,
She'll be changing the sheets execution style,

The look on his face when I pulled the gun,
In case you don't read the papers was a lonely one,
I didn't like his demeanour and I weren't too proud to smile,
When I pulled the trigger...execution style,

Tell the priest to 'step-off' I'm still alive,
In the west where the sunset's at its best.
I'm the chief with my ultraviolet helpers,
You're impressed when I tell you - I can tell,
Track Name: Only Old Ones
I was in the basement mixing my words with a penknife for a toothpick in my mouth,
When an angel in black come took me by the hand like a petulant child post-tantrum,
She said "hey baby, you going my way, we'll be Francis of Assisi and John Wayne for the day"

We'll play only old ones tonight, cause they're the only ones we need to play,
We'll play only old ones tonight, I want to wake up the neighbourhood - it's dead,