The Baskervilles - Champagne Social Club - EP (Download)
Debut EP
Debut EP from The Baskervilles - released 2019.
LYRICS:
*Throwing Shade * Was it something that I said to you Was it kind of funny cos it's true And you've pretended That you're offended But I'm grateful for my happy home And the Chinese kids who make my phone and clothes I know It's a little bit on the nose
Baby I mean what I say Sticks and stones might break your bones But I'm just throwing shade And Maybe I'm as bad as they say Sticks and stones might break your bones But I don't mind the pain
You wonder how I sleep at night It's with a Yoga pillow between my thighs I know it's nonsense but I do have a conscience The homeless have me feeling guilty But I've only got plastic on me shame No change it'll have to stay the same
Baby I mean what I say Sticks and stones might break your bones But I'm just throwing shade And Maybe I'm as bad as they say Sticks and stones might break your bones But I don't mind the pain
If I hurt your feelings, just know that I believe in Saying things that you don't wanna hear If you're done pretending, that you are offended Save your tears for greater fears than what I have to say And I wish you could see that I'm not so bad you get so bad
Baby I mean what I say Sticks and stones might break your bones but I'm just throwing shade And Maybe I'm as bad as they say Sticks and stones might break your bones But I don't mind the pain Was it something that I said to you? Was it kind of funny cos it's kind of true? But I'm grateful for my happy home And the Chinese kids who make my telephone
*Firecracker * Through the canyon by the stream She washed the filth of all my dreams And I could love her better But I just can't let her Know what I know to be true My happiness depends on you And I find it scary I used to be so care free Said it real quiet but my voice just carries Said it with a smile cos she makes me happy
All you seem to get is the best of me And all I seem to do is make a mess of you And I know it's crazy But I don't care if my hands get battered I'll be Holding on to my fire cracker
I'm a pyromaniac I can't disguise I see the colours flash in her eyes And I want what you have And I want it so bad That I'll tell you a thousand times That I'd commit the most violent crimes If it was what you wanted Anything you got it
All you seem to get is the best of me And all I seem to do is make a mess of you And I know it's crazy But I don't care if my hands get battered I'll be Holding on to my fire cracker
Through the canyon by the stream She washed the filth of all my dreams And I could love her better But I just can't let her Know what I know to be true My happiness depends on you And I find it scary I used to be so care free
All you seem to get is the best of me And all I seem to do is make a mess of you And I know it's crazy But I don't care if my hands get battered I'll be Holding on to my fire cracker
You're magnetic, electric, I lose all perspective You stand up to me until I stand corrected My patience runs thin and you still seem to test it My life's been a car crash but you've been the best bit
*Boy Next Door * Have you ever, had a dream come true Do you know the kind of dreams that I have about you The way I fuss and feel the hearts I wanna steal the skin I wanna peel When I'm without you I don't think you understand The urges that I hold when I hold you in my hands You think about the stranger knocking at your door But you don't ever think about the boy next door I've been sickening you've been falling in love again Though it isn't true guess it'll have to do If that's what you'd rather believe
I've got a beautiful soul I'm just misunderstood And I mean you no harm but I'll do you no good You could of seen me coming but what would you do that for You could be out there running I could be the boy next door
And I don't know if it's a curse
I try to make it better but I only make it worse
And I'm just so good looking it's plain for me to see
You don't wanna talk to strangers but you wanna talk to me
I've been sickening you've been falling in love again
Though it isn't true guess it'll have to do
If that's what you'd rather believe about me
I've got a beautiful soul I'm just misunderstood And I mean you no harm but I'll do you no good You could of seen me coming but what would you do that for You could be out there running I could be the boy next door
So come, with me I can show you what you wanna see Just don't look so hard it'll break your heart Cos if I've ever been kind well it was never to you If I said I'd been true well I'd be lying too If I kidnapped your dog and threw into the Thames Would you still tell all your friends
He's got a beautiful soul he's just misunderstood And he means me no harm he just does no good You could of seen me coming, but what would you do that for You could be out there running I could be the boy next door
*Freakout * Little bird freaking out again Hardly know you but you're my best friend My heart doesn't beat for anyone Pull at the chains until they come undone Trying hard not to pretend That pretty girls don't meet grisly ends In bars where broken people say I never cared much for her anyway did you Did you lose your baby blue, was she too good to be true Are you tryna fill the hole she left with cigarettes and booze But it's not what tonights about so when you hear somebody shout
Freakout Freakout
Check around yeh you check behind But what exactly do you think you'll find In bars as dark and damp as this Even the worst of us like to reminisce sometimes Lost your friends and now your mind, how life can be unkind Really meant to tell you how I felt I just never took the time But it's not what tonights about so when you hear somebody shout
Freakout Freakout Freakout
When the boys in the band, let it get out of hand start freaking out Start freaking out When there's glass in your shoes, ut you've got nothing to lose start freaking out Start freaking out When your friends have gone home, but your not on your own start freaking out Start freaking out When your feet wanna stop, but it hasn't worn off start freaking out Start freaking out Freakout