Live Sessions

by CREATURE

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1.
02:07
Wake up, wake up Why do you digress, you need a shakeup The drugs are good, life is good Hate us, hate us You want an argument, why don't you face us I am drenched and poorly styled You're dressed in fur and feel alive Grab onto the hand of a miser You grab it tight, don't take it, take it I can see self-doubt in your plans Eat from their skulls, repeat until full Take this, take this It's your body's holes filled with liquid gold, you are shameless Drain them slowly, drain them slowly The floor is stained with red and gold Grab onto the hand of a miser You grab it tight, don't take it, take it I can see self-doubt in your plans Eat from their skulls, repeat until full Retreat to the fold, disgracefully cold Satiate, cull, repeat.
2.
03:00
Take this black dog, it's latched on deep Double rows of sharpened teeth It pins me down, numbs my face and fogs my mind I can't replace it This takes me back to a time, now I am blind I can't replace it Triggered by a simple argument I get so bogged down with the misanthropy This takes me back to a time, now I am blind I can't replace it Eyes open, clear mind Take my energy, this light is just for you Let's fuse them together, the bright and fearless few Take this fire we share and make it something new Or we'll drift through, drift through, drift through I can't replace it It's the Black dog, It's the black dog
3.
Pulling teeth from the bite of a larger beast Cold eyes accept it Bleeding out, this world’s infected! As the grip tightens around your throat, Will you fight for life or stand faceless, grey with guilt? It's a cold man's world It's a cold man's world Looking down from the highest tower Claiming wealth, land and power Their stomach's empty but we're alive You force-feed liberation, cold bodies intertwined All these closed-handed gestures You were our last hope, our last hope Take another chunk of sorrow Insert it in our lives You’re our last hope You’re our last hope You’re our last hope This ain't right! You can't purloin our properties, Devout, let's face our enemies Don't believe the media, accept the facts We're war-torn ‘cause of money We fall short ‘cause of money It's them! All these closed-handed gestures You were our last hope, our last hope Take another chunk of sorrow Insert it in our lives You’re our last hope You’re our last hope You’re our last hope… To survive Don’t beg, don’t borrow, just watch the others follow. It's a cold man's world Cold man's world Cold man's world Cold man's world
4.
01:26
Kidnapped, and trapped in Against his will, he crawls in the box Accused him of trespassing Assault him, threaten death to him Just run, just run, just run Tripped into dirt, cable ties bound his hands He screams forgiveness, just for walking the land The sadness, hear his sadness It's the blackness, this is madness Come on! Come on! We want to throw the petrol Come, come! Let's throw the petrol on There’s room in the box, put a snake in there You can try fight back, but you wouldn't dare Cry like a pussy, what are you scared? Your life is fuckin worthless, you'll see. He cries out for help, it just falls on deaf ears The two stand emotionless, bemused by his fears Blackness! The fucking blackness! Takes the form of two filled with Madness! Fucking madness! All this for just walking the land? Come come, come come Torture won't end this divide
5.
01:59
What the hell! Is this a trick, my mind is sick and slowly sinking Under the fear, from voices clear, twisting my meanings I can't join these souls The witch’s curse is left untold Cut the throat of life Scraping mould from blunt knives It falls in threes, two shattered knees No one to catch me, broken spine Crawling through the past, into the black and hazy, fawn shrine The fawn cries! Cut the throat of life Scraping mould from blunt knives This witch’s grip is deep, like cancer The witch’s grip is deep, This witch’s grip is deep, This necromancer's Grip is deep Why won't you take off this spell? Why won't you take off this spell? The witch’s grip is deep, this witch's grip is deep The witch’s grip is deep, this witch’s grip is deep

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A collection of live recordings by CREATURE.

The tracks are taken from the band's HEX session (11/2/19), and HOUND session (22/9/19) - both recorded at Mushrooms Studios, Birmingham.

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released June 5, 2020

Written and performed by CREATURE
Vocals/guitar - James Thompson
Bass/vocals - Dan Willett
Drums - Tom Bradshaw

Produced and mixed by Dan Willett
Engineer - Baden Fitzmaurice
Studio support - Zowie Weaver

© Grey Ghost Records, 2020

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Pulling teeth from the bite of a larger beast.

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