trout-fish:

TOM STAHP

7 June 2013 ♥ 26 notes           Reblog    
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Photo by Graeme Robertson

Photo by Graeme Robertson

7 June 2013 ♥ 13 notes           Reblog    
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Jon Hopkins collaborating with Wild Beasts frontman ›

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howl-inks:

“We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots.  We’re just brutes clowning ‘round in cahoots.  We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot.  We’re just brutes hoping to have a hoot…”
Wild Beasts - “Hooting and Howling”
Requested by fixthesky
Part of GDSOTD! Please reblog and feel free to submit lyrics! You can also follow my design twitter!

howl-inks:

“We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots.
We’re just brutes clowning ‘round in cahoots.
We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot.
We’re just brutes hoping to have a hoot…”

Wild Beasts - “Hooting and Howling”

Requested by fixthesky

Part of GDSOTD! Please reblog and feel free to submit lyrics!
 You can also follow my design twitter!

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❝ Surround me like a warm bath.
Sum me up like an epitaph.
Be blatant as a bailiff.
I want my lips to blister when we kiss ❞

— Wild Beasts - Bed of Nails (via amalgatorium)

6 April 2013 ♥ 36 notes           Reblog    
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radashell:

Wild Beasts write some of the craziest lyrics.

Wild Beasts - She Purred, While I Grrred

Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
I’m nothing more than a humble mongrel
whippet cast, rash and unabashed

Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
pungent juice wept from the bruise
where the skin was sluice and slobbered on

though the meat was fleshy and sweet…
she purred, while I grrred

I die every day, to live every night
under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
please no ceremony, I want she, I want she, not matrimony

My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
in her belly lay a pip
a’brooding in the oozing

My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
huffing and puffing on the mattress stuffing
upon the bunk a fervent funk

in my butcher’s hands her soft fruit tendered, She never pretended…
she purred while, I grrred

I die every day, to live every night
under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
please no ceremony, I want she for laundry, I want she so I’m not lonely
I want she, I want she, not matrimony

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Wild Beasts - The Devil’s Crayon Live at Electric Proms

6 April 2013 ♥ 9 notes           Reblog