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Their Fantasy Mirrors

by Gravegonzo

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1.
Lurk Around 04:31
Oh no I’ve got I’ve got bare bones on show Headstones ache on their own Oh no I slip I slip into a pit of sick that is my own. Put on my skin I put on my skin Get in or I’ll lurk around. Put on my skin I put my skin I put on my skin and lurk around. Oh no I slip I slip into a pit. I slip. Oh no honestly I slip into a pit I slip in I slip. Oh no I’ve got I’ve got slow chills that kill And will drag be in. Oh no I spin I spin into your arms Alarms ring all around. Put on my skin I put on my skin Get in or I’ll lurk around. Put on my skin I put my skin I put on my skin and lurk around. Oh no I slip I slip into a pit. I slip. Oh no honestly I slip into a pit I slip in I slip. Reflections of me With hands for eyes But yet I never see That I live a lie. Reflections of me With hands for eyes But yet I never see That I live a lie.
2.
Soon we will break out Cos it’s all over me Now your time's up It begs to be done. Miniature skull collector Drives around all day The miniature skull collector Waits for the kids to play. Days back When we’ll break out She moves oceans up Many sweet stars panic Whose fault could that be? Miniature skull collector Drives around all day The miniature skull collector Waits for the kids to play.
3.
Cut Off 03:37 video
Cut off your face Cut off your skin Ingest every part So I can keep you in. Organs exposed Your heart’s pounding I eat it down With your intestine. Every part is gone Still see you there Middle of the room Floating in midair. Your pale now And glassy eyed Instead of butterflies You give me moths inside.
4.
All I hear is her voice When my eyes open Her whispered noise Saying “I’ll be back again” All I hear is her voice Running round my head Her whispered noise Saying “i’ll be back again” “I can make you feel good I can make it clearer I can make you see through That fantasy mirror” “I can make you feel good I can make it clearer I can make you see through That fantasy mirror”
5.
I see my dreams See some shedded skins of me See the start and the end See a maze of eyes and teeth. I’m here 4 U Tears start to bloom out my mirror As it’s finally translucent enough Through dark lilac sky as the glass is much thinner & it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do But it’s the thing I wish that everybody knew. I see my dreams See my veiled memories See the start and the end See a maze of eyes and teeth. I see my dreams See some shedded skins of me See the dark and my friends In a web of sight and speech. A [deer is] centred but covered in oil Been neglected for a quilt of resent Inside a place showing everybody is royal And it’s the thing. I see my dreams See my vailed memories See the start and the end See a maze of eyes and teeth. I see my dreams See some shedded skins of me See the dark and my friends In a web of sight and speech. See a web of sight and speech around me I see my dreams.
6.
Psalm 666 04:22
The sadness of life Well it glitters in her eyes Illuminating light Through the valley Through the valley. And I’ll dwell in the house of my own mystery Shall not want False reflections Psalm of some. The sadness of life Well it glitters in her eyes Illuminating light Through the valley Through the valley.
7.
You’re gonna open You’re gonna open up my heart As it’s been frozen. I lost my shadows symmetry A needle needed for my sole I walk around in skeleton leaves In skeleton leaves. Piercing sweet are hollow reeds A needle needed for my soul I thought you adored but you’re sick of me You’re sick of me. Lost in moonlit clouds I can turn minutes into hours Then confusion towers And I lose my way. Lost in moonlit clouds I can turn minutes into ours And when I look down I lose my way. Lose my flight as thoughts balloon As thoughts balloon. On your wall is not in your room It’s not in your room. The subconscious I need to groom Well I need to. Lost in moonlit clouds I can turn minutes into hours Then confusion towers And I lose my way. Lost in moonlit clouds I can turn minutes into ours And when I look down I lose my way.
8.
She is deformed She is deformed she is. She is deformed She is deformed she is. Put Anasin in a box Deformed she is worth a lot We’re driven to this By cancers kiss. We mould her in a box It’s now become her cot We shove her up To fill the cup And now I’m left alone But worst of all is that I hurt you I thank you for all the things you’ve shown I really wish I’d grown enough for you. Oh in an orchestra of needers Got to bleed to become the feeder To stand out I just shout and pull her eyes out So they scream and end this Scream and end it. Oh in an orchestra of needers Got to bleed to become the feeder To stand out I just shout and pull her eyes out So they scream and end this Scream and end it.
9.
Damage the scabs that I don’t know about Break the bones that I want the most And kill all the witnesses when I’m innocent Pop all my brain cells when I need help. Oh yeah you’ve got to watch me Got to shut me up Make you look bad And we don’t want that. Oh yeah you’ve got to stop me Got to slice me up I’m under now Isn’t that enough?

about

Serene, sublime and sinister in equal measure, the synth-drenched shoe-gaze of Gravegonzo’s Their Fantasy Mirrors chronicles a series of characters; obsessives transfixed with their own reflections - lyrics that convey a jarring sense of menace, enveloped in sensuous, abstract pop music.

Musically, the debut LP from the Peckham-based artist brings to mind the enigmatic and ethereal pop of The Cocteau Twins and The Cure, the electronica of Burial and Four Tet as well as the gothic sensibilities from sources as wide-ranging as Siouxsie & The Banshees through to Crystal Castles.

Threaded throughout the sonically diverse record are lyrics inspired by the abstract narratives of Nick Cave, Tom Waits, et al; sleazy yet shimmering - ominous stories at odds with the beauty of the mellifluous melodies.

Their Fantasy Mirrors is an exploration into the complexity of morality, examined through the eyes of the characters vividly brought to life by lyricist Sam Beahan.

The delicate precision with which Gravegonzo lay their ethereal musical collages over syncopated beats to create enigmatic, ethereal post-pop is nothing short of magnificent.

The beauty of it all belies the lyrical content - a dark narrative that unfolds across the record to wondrous effect.

‘Their Fantasy Mirrors’ is an undoubtedly impressive debut from an artist at the beginning of what promises to be an exhilarating career.

credits

released July 9, 2021

All songs written and produced by Sam Beahan
Guitar, Joe Murphy
Bass guitar, Harrison Bamford
Mixed and mastered by Peter Fletcher
Photograph by Ralph Whitehead
Artwork by R.R. Hume

Thanks to Toby Amies, Ian Crafter, Alex Kassab and Karthik Poduval
Recorded and published 2020
Herzog Kendrick Ltd.

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Gravegonzo London, UK

Gravegonzo are a dream-pop act based in London, founded by vocalist and songwriter Sam Beahan whilst living in his hometown of Brighton.

Their songs are comprised of ethereal sounds, unusual subject matters and manipulated melodies.
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