Free download of the first track to be taken from our new album NO BLUES.

Pre-order now at loscampesinos.bigcartel.com

I was the first match struck at the first cremation, you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me, I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body
Well summer sighed and summoned up hail. Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
May be heartslob but I want 'em to know, cut and shut us like a portmanteau 
We sit around jus' spitballin', all the witches cackle round my cauldron
Recognise the lies from my poker tongue (is it true...?)

They say you and me are tautology
What grows from the seeds, 
can you quite believe? 
through cracks come the weeds, 
Long time listener, first time caller, 
no need to remind me
What death leaves behind me

Why must I lie awake, from dusk until the morning, through fear of bein' impaled upon errant mattress spring?
Within a waking dream I finally made my heel turn, lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton
Propose me as a pardon for sins, led on barbecue I'm burnt offerings
I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord: edit one, League Cup 2004
We, delicate as a filigree, cleared a place for us in the chicory
Colosseum blood will dry in the sun (is it true...?)

We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves
What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love
We will flower again, I have surely seen it
WE WILL FLOWER AGAIN



What Death Leaves Behind

'Avocado, Baby' is the new 'single' to be taken from Los Campesinos!' forthcoming fifth album 'NO BLUES'.
It features vocals from the Cardiff Cougar Allstars cheerleading squad.

'NO BLUES' can be pre-ordered now via iTunes (x-msg://64/smarturl.it/noblues ) or directly from the band. By pre-ordering from the band you will receive a digital copy of the album ahead of release date http://loscampesinos.bigcartel.com/

Los Campesinos! will be playing some UK shows in December of this year:
DECEMBER//
5 // Clwb Ifor Bach, Cardiff (w/playlounge)
6 // Cockpit, Leeds (w/ Joanna Gruesome)
7 // Queens Social Club, Sheffield (w/Joanna Gruesome)
8 // Gorilla, Manchester (w/Joanna Gruesome)
9 // Heaven, London (w/Joanna Gruesome)
Tickets: http://www.seetickets.com/tour/los-campesinos- …

Avocado, Baby
There's no box to tick for red, so I put down blue instead cos it's closest there's to grey in the categories.
And the veins within the whites are a statement of demise, Doe Eyes you should stay at home licking batteries.
I feel like I'm the host of a terrible game-show and the guests on today's quiz are celebrities.
Won't respond to any clues they're just cracking jokes for views but the answers to these questions mean everything.

I had a friend who, had made a flag day
blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak 
I have known friends to, crack from love's weight
blossom in ribcage, until their backs break 
Oh it won't get better, that doesn't mean it's gonna get any worse.
You're final draft'a life-long love letter, signed to the man who will be driving your hearse

Salacia's in the depths, and if I avoid the nets, threaten "I'll cuckold you Neptune" for definite
Meet between the dog and wolf, with the hoar frost underfoot and I'll show you every fire in Delphinus.
May she who casts the first fist of dirt across the casket have mourners lick the mud from her fingernails
'tween the breadth'a your arms span I was a renaissance man, books of lies stacked either side you were my carrell
 
(A heart of stone, rind so tough it's crazy, that's why they call me the avocado, baby)

First Blood

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