Women In Love

by Screen Wives

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released October 15, 2014



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Screen Wives London, UK

Panic-ridden post-hardcore for fats and fems.

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Track Name: The Assassination Bureau
Fucked and ate the boy you knew (not strictly in that order). Dragged this corpse for days, left it behind some foreign border. I need a man next time who knows fine locales to hide a corpse, to protect me when he needs with violence and force. There’s an awful lot of blood. I’ve just two hands to bail this boat. He’s not returning, left no prints and sprouted wings. He’s not coming back. Dug tunnels and hid his tracks. Judy knew the score. There’s no place like home, not anymore.
Track Name: Women in Love
I can be sweet, on my knees or feet, oh let me be spreadeagled between your sheets! We can escape that world of shame, give me your hands and Dad’s surname. We'll all die alone and my body is lumber but tonight I’ll keep you warm. We can start a fire if we can’t build a shelter, burn holes into the world. All my armies sing your praises from Medina to Damascus. We have escaped that world of shame, take my hands and maiden name.
Track Name: Life's a Circus
Carnival of pricks rolls into town, fix up your act! Armies of clowns with shit eating grins and glass drinking frowns, don’t you feel sick? “Wait until you hear this one”. There’s no coma long enough to sleep all the way through this theatre of bullshit, but I was armed with sweets for my sweets and needles for the needy. “Wait until you hear this one”. That’s what he said before he left me for dead, a thousand crosshairs aligned on my head. Guess I survived, more or less intact, minus a leg (hilarious I swear! (guess you had to be there (of course you never are))).
Track Name: Burnt Offerings
Coat tails are cut for those milk fed brats that snap at your heels. Growing fat. Give me gin and matches, slender means and fat chances. Build a bonfire in a house of spite, stillborns in closets, boring wails in the night. Give me gin and matches, slender means and second chances. I laughed at myself when I should have cried. I’ll bear this house like a shroud tonight. I’m no actress but god damn it I’m still your wife! The nursery’s on fire. Here’s to an abridged and to a poisonous life. Coat tails cut for the milk fed brats that snapped at your heels, I’ve fixed that.
Track Name: Elocution Test No.3
Your coarse claws make my glad hands sad, your fixed stare makes me feel bad. Tell me I'm the best you ever had. No voice, just a throat. You should not put words into my mouth, paint me white and take me south. Lock me in the basement of your parents house. No voice, just a throat, just echoes. Once more with feeling, twice with conviction, fill me to the brim with white noise and friction. Tell me I’m the best you ever had. No voice, just a throat, just echoes. I'm out of functions and talking's not an option, I am spilling over endless depths of pleasure.
Track Name: Gorgeous Asphalt
It’s tough to be tender with broken hands and calloused fingers. It’s hard to be soft with a man’s head and heart, staggered, born from a wish, made in haste, a joke in bad taste, feral and caged. Made from mistakes. The door’s on the latch. There’s luxury in loneliness. There’s mileage in misery. There’s glitter in everything. We love everyone. Our phone is always on. You’re mistaken, some doors are always open. My heart belongs to Georgia. Georgia on my mind.