And Sing Do the Ghosts of New Amsterdam

by Lillian Gish

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Hollywood, Hollywood…
Fabulous Hollywood…
Celluloid Babylon,
Glorious, Glamorous…
City delirious,
Frivolous, serious…
Bold and ambitious,
And vicious and glamorous.
Drama - a city-full,
Tragic and pitiful…
Bunk, junk, and genius
Amazingly blended…
Tawdry, tremendous,
Absurd, stupendous;
Shoddy and cheap,
And astonishingly splendid…
HOLLYWOOD!!

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released July 26, 2014

All composition, performance and production, Lillian Gish

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Matthew Beadnall: additional drums (2), saxophone (11)
Jake Robinson: additional bass (11)

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Lillian Gish London, UK

Lillian Gish are a 2-piece from South / East London, committed to combining psychedelia and industrial in such a way as to convince you to drop acid then immediately regret it. One is a classically-trained brooding Svengali, the other is a crazed transgender Kenneth Anger-obsessive. Together, they make music inspired by serial killers, Lewis Carroll and the underbelly of the Hollywood golden-age. ... more

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Track Name: The Critic
ontology
on top of me
bringing reality
closer, closer

trapped in between
a mise-en-abyme
of projected dream
on the silver, silver

buried beneath
a sea of celluloid dream
mummify me
on the silver screen



i remember you
you've been transformed
Into light
gelatine blurs
betray perspective
i hold on to the picture-frame
(it is) your coffin
your colours are dead
but your shadow lives on
Track Name: Dead Leaves
emasculated sugarmarble trees
flowing in glorious Berlin Springtime reverie
black birds (not blackbirds)
saw past three foot inches of dust

hexagrammatical logic - you betrayed
your ignorance in asking
why brew death potion
in a world of arsenic?
death magick is fear no body
- you had more questions
on your mind, but like an anxious child,
tapped your teeth with your tongue
deafening, mute

septum cleft in januskopf
would you make love to dead leaves?
Track Name: Onlymorethananything
i saw you die
i saw you die on a saturday


cinema
make a star
leave a scar
write on me

hear a scream
make a scene
steal a dream
out of me

fingerprints
in the street
in concrete
forget about me

do you hear the ghosts all sing
do i love you?
onlymorethanfuckinganything
Track Name: The Producer
buried alive
in gelatine silver
photographs
of dead leaves of autumn
we sing you lullabies
as we nail down your casket
we sing lullabies