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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
black midi
Performer
Cameron Picton
Bass Guitar
Geordie Greep
Vocals
Morgan Simpson
Drums
B.J. Cole
Pedal Steel Guitar
Blossom Caldarone
Cello
Joe Bristow
Trombone
Joscelin Dent-Pooley
Violin
Mike Rophone
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Picton
Composer
Geordie Greep
Songwriter
Morgan Simpson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dani Bennett-Spragg
Engineer
Luke Glazewski
Engineer
Marta Salogni
Mixing Engineer
Max Goulding
Producer
Sarah Register
Engineer
Lyrics
When lost in wild rain there is nothing you can do
When lost in city rain there is something you can do
Take refuge wherever is marked "Admission Free"
As we did one night back in late '43
I'd never seen the man on the poster before
But my friend said he was a big star before the war
The boy by the door, louder than a bomb
All the way down the street, you heard his song
"Roll up, roll up, tonight is the night
Freddie Frost gives his last will live on stage
Roll up, roll up for the show of a lifetime
The doors open at quarter to eight"
Sat in upholstery that once was brilliant
We picked its loose stuffing and looked around
There where duchesses and dukes, and beggars and pimps
All sat side-by-side to watch his last grasp at life
The grand centrepiece was a gold green sarcophagus
Flanked either side by oil-painted pictures of the man
First of all, a film to explain his lifelong dream
Afterward the music started, and a young girl ran on with operatic screams
Two hours went by and his sixty five daughters
Who told through opera of his life's importance
They sang of his exploits all over the Earth
His likes and dislikes, his undoubtable worth
And after a last crescendo where they all cried as one
They hurried quickly off, but the music played on
From within his sarcophagus rose a spot-lit withered hand
Mister Frost emerged, and to the racing beat he danced
With the vital energy of a newborn chimp
He spun and he spun and he spun and he spun and spun
Hopelessly wrinkled, and by no means thin
He soon became dizzy, regained his composure
And started to sing
"Thank you for listening, I won't be too long
Just twenty seven questions to finish this song
Does there exist a marriage that can't survive castration?
A future where a man can go a year without hydration?
Is grass ever greener?
Is the will really free?
Is it only black you see when you join the deceased?
Will I forever be a mediocrity?
A hideous glut with trembling knees?
In death will I see the girls of daydreams?
Intangibly dressed, invisibly seamed?
Will the sun burn out?
Will my corpse grow a beard?
Will my house be kept and my sperm be reared?
My last shot at the big time, posthumous paste
Will I find a home, or go to waste?
In heaven do the morals of Earth still stand?
Or can I bridge the gap twixt beast and man?
Is there such a thing as a universal truth?
Any lost secret to eternal youth?
Do nuns fornicate and do scientists pray?
Is a sin committed every moment of every day?
That's not quite twenty seven
But my chest feels awful tight
So thank you for listening
Good night, good night, good night!"
Freddie Frost blew up to the size of a hot air balloon
Red as all hellfire and loud as Satan's siren
And he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose
But then we all just laughed at the sad, old oaf
Laughed all the way home
Writer(s): Morgan Simpson, Cameron Overeynder, Geordie Greep
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