©️.Tiré de l'album : les bienfaits de la haine de la haine/ From the album: the benefits of hate hate .

Volée De Bois Vert - Barrage of criticism

Out 23/11 via Trapped Animal and Cargo Records 
Press: Jasmine@trappedanimal.com
Label: joel@trappedanimal.com

First single from new album 'Pink Mirror' to be released next year on Trapped Animal

Written, produced: Jeremy Tuplin 
Recorded, co-produced: Mark Estall 
Featuring: Samuel Nicholson (electric guitar), Jamie Shaw (drums), Mark Estall (bass), Lauren Lucille (backing vox) 
Mastered: Will Blyth 
Photo: Richie Phillips

Lyrics:
Here we go again yet another account
Whatever’s inside me i’m gonna twist around and spit it out
Fights with lovers so you can relate
Or astronaut dreams intended for your escape
I could play the pseudo-green warrior card
Or detail all the pieces of my poor broken heart
Ah baby how’d it come to this
I've been retracing my steps and i think i got the gist

So let me put on the level
I only do this so the devil in me covers
All he needs to be your lover
All he needs to be your lover
All he needs to be your lover

Here it comes again it’s the same old routine
This thing’s that’s inside me i’m gonna torture first then set free
Thoughts on whether love and hate can coexist
Or social commentary what has the cosmos got to do with it
Altering minds one lyric at a time
Or listen intently as i romanticise my sex life
Ah honey what’s it all about, 
I've been losing sleep but i think i worked it out

Cos imma put on the level
I’m only in this so the devil in me covers
All he needs to be your lover
All he needs to be your lover
All he needs to be your lover
Bad, bad lover

Bad Lover

Ariel - Oscuro Remix

Object

Tuesday night, alone in a bar, where is Jacques Coustau where is Kofi Annan? 
Won’t someone come and pretend that they are in love, or dance a tune which no one knew could be danced like that.

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.  

Early rise, like the day before, if one more twerp curates my work I think I will explode, 
When this job ends please take some time before you start again, the city feeds from souls like you who are in the red.   

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or does it crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.  

O wintry blues what did you do, my friends, they stay home and watch the evening news,
If this won’t end I swear my friend I’ll go and cut the thread that links ITV and BBC to the spin of the world. 

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or does it crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.

- The Moon is a Spider - The Quivering Poets

Break Your Heart Again

An indie/genre-spanning singer-songwriter from Somerset