Old, Dumb, and Stung

Cannot believe this album exists. Cannot believe they blessed the world with that cover photo. Cannot believe how the quiet, deliberate, oh-so-careful The Rockrose and the Thistle gave way to the almighty crash of The Horror and the Wild. CANNOT BELIEVE they gave us "Welcome to the stooooooorm, I AM THUNDER, welcome to MY TABLE, BRING YOUR HUNGER" and expected us to just cope with it!!! And then there's Wild Blue Yonder, which is basically "relationship in crisis, but fun" versus That Unwanted Animal which is "relationship in crisis, but feral." One song has a robot vampire, the other has erotic cannibalism, just because they COULD. Cannot believe Fair and Marbles exist in the same damn album, like Madeleine and Joey were like, oh while we're here, why not raise the fucking bar for romance and commitment just to see how many people dissolve into puddles of yearning? The audacity, honestly. Then they decided to also turn a pair of rainy day footwear into a symbol of tenderness and grief, because why not? And in Battle Cries, they're like, we're gonna deal with breakups, and also aging, and we're gonna help you find the poetry in both. The whole album is poetry, actually. BUT ESPECIALLY FAREWELL WANDERLUST. Holy shit, Farewell Wanderlust. Every other song by The Amazing Devil could be erased from my memory except for Farewell Wanderlust, I'd still be their biggest fan on the basis of that one (1) song alone. It's no exaggeration to say that there's magic in that song that saved me in so many ways. I cannot believe it exists.

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Joey Batey in 

Six years ago we sat in an old button factory in a tiny corner of London, slept little, sang until our voices croaked, played, plonked and laughed until we cried. It culminated in our first album Love Run. It was exhausting and exhilarating and started us on this wild Devilish journey together. In celebration of its release, we are proud to announce original lyric artworks of our first three albums, painted by Madeleine Hyland in ink and watercolour and printed on 310gsm Giclée museum-and-archival-quality art paper. Head on over to our website for more details and stay tuned for further fun bits and bobs to be released later this year. Sending you all our love Dear Hearts. Happy pride to all the bright and burning colours shining out there. M+J x x

You know those lyric videos where the whole song is written in AO3 fic titles (like this, this, and this)? We’re pretty close to being able to do this for several songs from the album. It would be really cool if we could manage to make that happen around the anniversary!

These are the lines from King, Elsa’s Song, and Not Yet / Love Run that have not been used as titles yet. They need stories! Feel free to use as a promptlist, or just claim a line and start writing. No pressure, obviously – I just thought this could be a fun way to celebrate! 

Reblogs/signal boosting would be much appreciated <3

King

When you are gone away

As our boat is untethered from the dock

There’ve been times I know

I’ll stand up up up at the bow

And the waves of our bodies and the smell of our follies

You fumble through the dark

To the light that you keep burning there (all hell)

I know your fingernails are the colour of rust (come back)

And your veins are empty of dust (but our voices)

The wind and its shackles, the old fishers tackles

Elsa’s Song

I can hear the cannons calling  

Around this muddied lot              

I cannot hear them scream          

Cos although you say good day to me    

That I barely know the meaning          

And all the cannons shot                  

And in years to come you’ll wander

And then you’ll cry to our painted sky

And you’ll strew some sage and lilies

And roses where I rot

Not Yet/Love Run

By hook or by crooked look give me land

The oh’s of your screams still echo in yer dreams

I’ll point you steer

It seems oh it seems / To me / That you / You can’t sleep

Grab the stroud

It’s time to fight don’t be yellow bellied

Hold the bar at Hurley’s hurly burly’s

Out of pillows and get drunk again

It seems oh it seems / To me / That you / You can’t dance / For shit

If my old mum could see me now

Oh how she’d howl she’d howl

Don’t turn ‘round

O let the earth a-tumble, love

And humble you withal, keep running

Let foul men band and heed your hum

For that ancient hymn you heard me strumming?

Is nought but fumble-falls and guns / And tumbleweeds.

It’s nought that rum won’t solve

#jaskier be like: #‘they don’t exist’ ‘who?’ ‘the creatures in your song’

Yennefer and “Everything”