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Magick Lantern Music

by Gaping Graves

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1.
The comedy is finished, the harlequin is dead Watch on with a thousand yard stare, stomach full of dread Watch on through the white line fools, the stench of cheap perfume Of cigarettes, of rotten flesh, of people that aren’t you Feel the sting of the insta women, The brain worms of the beatified The men whose lives are asinine If you didn’t laugh, you’d cry I loathe this life I am dead inside Stab me in the spotlight, stab me in the front It’s never just a bleeding heart, it’s willing punishment Face me to the fourth wall, watch me spill my guts Howl along the moon is full and no one’s screaming cut Feel the sting of the insta women, The brain worms of the beatified The men whose lives are asinine If you didn’t laugh, you’d cry I loathe this life I am dead inside I loathe this life I am dead inside
2.
We listened to The Top for hours You walking the tightrope and I was the body in the bed Mirrored in your black eyes I saw the piggy dance You’re a caterpillar fly away from me I listened to Faith for a long time The record needle scratched those songs deep down in me I was listening for the Holy Hour With my head sunk in The Funeral Party The slicked back hair and my despair Don’t match up with the love affair You dreamed to have it drove you mad Just lugging round my body bag I play the songs like nothing’s wrong And Robert Smith just sings along To everything that I have lived The hopelessness I left you with There are sick sides to every lie I say I play The Head on the Door when I start to love you again I can feel the fear when I celebrate with my friends In a dissonant harmony we can sing Without you… The slicked back hair and my despair Don’t match up with the love affair You dreamed to have it drove you mad Just lugging round my body bag I play the songs like nothing’s wrong And Robert Smith just sings along To everything that I have lived The hopelessness I left you with
3.
Impact Play 04:18
It’s just a little blood you said So lick the droplets from my legs Disengaging with the day You say they call it impact play The path to pleasure winds through pain Down yellow bricks in ropes and chains It’s never love it’s never sex Disgust is a part of this Slap back at the doomed days, I stare at your blue veins and everything melts away Releasing the meaning from lightyears of feelings means more than the physical element Queen of pain wear your crown Dim the lights and crawl face down Your body is a work of art Forget my feelings hex this heart Bruise like pixels in x-ray Controlled breathing cabaret It’s never love it’s never sex Disgust is a part of this Slap back at the doomed days, I stare at your blue veins and everything melts away Releasing the meaning from lightyears of feelings means more than the physical element Love me and love me not Love me and love me not Slap back at the doomed days, I stare at your blue veins and everything melts away Releasing the meaning from lightyears of feelings means more than the physical element Love me and love me not Love me and love me not
4.
A black spell cast on the bed sheets A hex you project into me It’s kitchen sink folklore It’s British New Wave Gore But this sound ain’t no séance, it’s a dirge When I press my fingers to your strings it hurts Your blue heart shines in the moon I throw my rope around you A shadow play of our nightmare Two puppets dancing in despair But this sound ain’t no séance, it’s a dirge When I press my fingers to your strings it hurts Grand Guignol picture show The light accents all the lows Yet still we dance along to the Magick Lantern Song

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‘Magick Lantern Music’ unfurls a thread of what performance and artifice mean to the practice of every day life. From ‘Pagliacci’s Dead’, which glares at digital culture through the lens of the Commedia Dell'arte, to the kitchen sink notion of projecting personal miseries into loved ones as a habit in ‘Grand Guignol Picture Show’.

Using a small ensemble of analog and digital synthesisers, stringed instruments and samplers, the record forms a glacial and indrawn Electronic Post-Punk sound. With invocations of The Cure, Cocteau Twins and Xiu Xiu shaping the song writing; this E.P. is made for fellow fans of goth music, occultism, Rita Tushingham, self-perpetuating gloom and human tenderness in hard places.

Watch the video for Pagliacci's Dead here: youtu.be/4WgH7_PL-Nc

credits

released August 21, 2020

Written, performed and recorded by Luke Richards at home.
Mastered by Matt Heap at Suff Studios.

I ask you with untellable affection and gratitude, to split the dedication of this record four ways between George, Emmely, Daniel & Hannah.

Nice one.

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