The lost Scottish shoegaze classic on LP for the very first time and appended with the excellent "Orpheus Ascending." On Absolutely Kosher 25th anniversary silver vinyl. Buy now or cry later.
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lyrics
We held each other with a love
The kind of love only drinkers such as us can muster
We loved each other as only drinkers really can
When we had been sipping
And the opportunity for great drama opened before us
Like a theatre curtain
Deep down, we all dream of a dramatic love
And alcohol, and the oceans of it in which we drowned, made this a certainty
We drink and we drink; and we drunk and we drunk; and we drank and we drank and we drank ourselves to the ground
We drink and we drink; and we drunk and we drunk; and we ground and ground and ground it all to the ground
The eternal dalliance with oblivion
Generation follows bastard generation
We drink and gamely, grimly we invite the inevitable, the regrettable and thankfully
Cometh the hour, cometh the theatre
Alcohol never fails us, no no no
Drink after drink trickling the length of my swollen, broken heart
I know that your life is a book and I am but a chapter
But I hope that I left a few lines inked in some kind of rapture
I know that your life is a book and I am but a chapter
But I hope a left a few lines inked in some kind of rapture
Two lost souls, two lost souls who hammer the hammer
With quite such a dedication
Who feign or cherish or portray
Such a terrible love
Will produce such relentless, violent crises and dramas and desperations
That shall demand of each other a blind devotion that asks us, asks us the question
What a pair of sickly little twin vampires
You drink like me with a desperate lust
that leaves us both cruel and callous
The terrible proofs that we demand of those we claim, pertain to love
Irreversible, doomed tokens of devotion that we demand of each other
And I will treat love like a fever
It will leave you confused, cramped up in pain
And in a foreign bed
I know that your life is a book and I am but a chapter
But I hope that I left a few lines inked in some kind of rapture
I know that your life is a book and I am but a chapter
And I hope a left a few lines inked in some kind of rapture
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