The Gloom In The Corner - That's Life (Carry Me Home) (OFFICIAL VISUALIZER)

Описание: Chapter 9 of the new LP ‘Royal Discordance’, out now.

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PRODUCED by Jonathan Dolese and The Gloom In The Corner
MIXED & MASTERED by Jonathan Dolese
ALBUM ARTWORK by Sam Mayle
PHOTOGRAPHY: Shades of Blue Media, Art & Zipties Media, Marcus Keily, Chris Roese

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I had a dream last night:
I watched you all survive.
I woke up this morning prepared to die.
So darlings, should I die;

Carry me, carry me home.
Darlin', carry me home.

Come one, come all 'cause this is it.
Swan song for the malcontent
A dark horse that rides with the sunset.
We're defiant darlings, we ain't giving in.

Photographed; immortalise the moment.
Should we die, put it on the caskets.
21 guns fired into streetlights;
Wear colour when we dance on the gravesite.

I'm stained like you, should we wash it out?
Dirt under nails; gimme character
Last chance, last call for a last round.
(Last chance, last call)

Funeral parade, Scotch and French Champagne ;
Sing through the night 'til our hearts give out.
Gimme one more night to feel alive.

Carry me, carry me, carry me home.
Dance through the graves, carry me home.
Death has such a pretty face;
Give me a kiss, oh, c'est la vie.
Carry me, carry me, carry me home.
Dance through the graves, carry me home.
Darling, you're such a pretty face;
Give me a kiss, blow me away.

Oh, I've never been much of a partisan,
Always been more partial to a harlequin.
A forlorn life full of tragedy, but I see the funny side, haha.
So should we part our tragic lives,
Here's cheers to you, and cheers to me;
Oh, one more song, of revelry.
Sing with me now; "da, da, da-da"

Carry me, carry me, carry me home.
Dance through the graves, carry me home.
Death has such a pretty face;
Give me a kiss, oh, c'est la vie.
Carry me, carry me, carry me home.
Dance through the graves, carry me home.
Darling, you're such a pretty face;
Give me a kiss, blow me away.

(Spin this room)
Pretty eyes, and mouth of gods,
Wholly saved, and nothing lost,
Do me this dance, if it's our last.
Don't be afraid, come take my hands.
My love is felt but never said,
So hear my words, and raise a glass;

From the front, to the grave, does the wind blow.
Hear the call, from the throats of the gallows.
From the hearts of the lovers and the cutthroats;
Won't kneel, won't die, 'cause we've got hope.
With hope we sing; "carry me home".
"Carry me, carry me, carry me home"
No one left behind, oh carry me…
Carry me...

Carry me, carry me, carry me home.
Dance through the graves, carry me home.
Death has such a pretty face;
Give me a kiss, oh, c'est la vie.
Carry me, carry me, carry me home.
Dance through the graves, carry me home.
Darling, you're such a pretty face,
Give me a kiss, blow me away.

(Carry me, carry me, carry me home
Dance through the graves, carry me home)
And if I die…
Are you prepared to die?

From the front to the back,
From the start to the end, we ask;
Are you prepared to die?

(Da-da-dada)
I had a dream last night

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“With all plans set and ready, I addressed my troops on what would be the night before our final battle against the King. With Preacher’s death, Pandora’s Device was left unfinished - still operable, but with the catch that it needed to be activated on the target. Which meant if I were to activate this thing, I’d have to be pretty much tackling the King in order for it to work.

So, as I mentally prepared myself for what would most likely be an inescapable end, I emphasised with both Brigadiers and Rachel’s forces - the Daughters of Elinya and Heaven’s Guard - to enjoy what could be their final night alive. I knew there was a high probability that would be all of us. But, that’s life darling.”
• Clara Carne, the Molotov Queen of the Royal Brigade