by MONGOL800 on album eight-hundreds

by MONGOL800 on album eight-hundreds

by Kate Tempest on album Tunnel Vision

Indigenous apocalypse, decimated forest, the Winter of our discontent's upon us Desolate apostles, left with Strongbow at the crossroads We are nothing but an eating mouth, oesophagus, colossal We won

by Sugar's Campaign on album Mamagoto

Where are we going？ Where to go to far？ I belong to you, you belong to me Let's go down down down down I feel you, Can you feel me Come on down won't you come on down you are family I am Family

by Kate Tempest on album Speedy Underground Year 1

Where's love? I stared into the depths of the woodland Felt something shaking in my good hand Blood in my veins, blood in your veins Our blood wants to meet That's why its rushing round Pushing itself

by Kate Tempest on album Hot Night Cold Spaceship

Where's love? I stared into the depths of the woodland Felt something shaking in my good hand Blood in my veins, blood in your veins Our blood wants to meet That's why its rushing round Pushing itself

by Kate Tempest on album Everybody Down

Where's love? I stared into the depths of the woodland Felt something shaking in my good hand Blood in my veins, blood in your veins Our blood wants to meet That's why its rushing round Pushing itself

by Kate Tempest on album Everybody Down (Bonus Version)

Where's love? I stared into the depths of the woodland Felt something shaking in my good hand Blood in my veins, blood in your veins Our blood wants to meet That's why its rushing round Pushing itself

by Kate Tempest on album Speedy Wunderground - Year 1

Where's love? I stared into the depths of the woodland Felt something shaking in my good hand Blood in my veins, blood in your veins Our blood wants to meet That's why its rushing round Pushing itself

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Up the stairwell Chip-fat grey And London green with damp Out on the fifth floor Where the wind grips your jaw And holds you in its clamp There's a red door Bordered by mottled glass And inside, a lig

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Across the street Above the green and the flat with the colourful curtains Alisha's wrapped in her blankets Head lent back on the wall She's gripping her knees Looking for purpose, shaking and nervous

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Up the stairwell Chip-fat grey And London green with damp Out on the fifth floor Where the wind grips your jaw And holds you in its clamp There's a red door Bordered by mottled glass And inside, a lig

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Across the street Above the green and the flat with the colourful curtains Alisha's wrapped in her blankets Head lent back on the wall She's gripping her knees Looking for purpose, shaking and nervous

by Kate Tempest on album Circles

I'm in a mess, I can't help it I just go round and round I'm paranoid, I'm selfish Push me, I clam up, I'm shellfish We had a dream, I shelved it That eats me up, that's Elvis Las Vegas era I'm half b

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Indigenous apocalypse, decimated forest, the Winter of our discontent's upon us Desolate apostles, left with Strongbow at the crossroads We are nothing but an eating mouth, oesophagus, colossal We won

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Indigenous apocalypse, decimated forest, the Winter of our discontent's upon us Desolate apostles, left with Strongbow at the crossroads We are nothing but an eating mouth, oesophagus, colossal We won

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Now look here, in the house opposite Black gate posts with a concrete frog squatting on top of it Through the hallway Ancient wallpaper, nicotine gold Up the stairs, rickety Loaded with history Here,

by Kate Tempest on album Ketamine For Breakfast

Now look here, in the house opposite Black gate posts with a concrete frog squatting on top of it Through the hallway Ancient wallpaper, nicotine gold Up the stairs, rickety Loaded with history Here,

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Above Pete's head, as he fumbles with his key The clouds get dark, start brawling War games, ancient faces, pushing eachother around The sky's changing A foaming storm is coming A howling mist, a grow

by Kate Tempest on album Let Them Eat Chaos

Above Pete's head, as he fumbles with his key The clouds get dark, start brawling War games, ancient faces, pushing eachother around The sky's changing A foaming storm is coming A howling mist, a grow