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Shirebrook Vampire
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Indie sounding rock with guitars and keyboard performing from their back room, with a 13 year old guitarist and 15 year old bass player.
Mid-life crisis causes ex punk and bad guitarist to buy musical instruments and record music with semi reluctant teenage sons. Aim - to give lads experience of writing/recording so they can go off and form their own band without the embarrassment of having to play with their dad. Oh well. Visit our website at Smashyourradio.yolasite.com
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
#10,532 today Peak #588
#1,977 in subgenre Peak #106
Author
Tim Glasby
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Tim Glasby
Uploaded
March 26, 2008
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:34
Story behind the song
I once met a girl at a party when I was drunk.
Lyrics
Do you believe in the supernatural? Night creatures stalking the world for blood Morbid fascination is within us all The joys of suffering are very much misunderstood Now I’ll tell you a story Of a being that roams the streets Seeking out parties where the young flesh dances Hunting for tasty treats She aint no mortal girl you know Disfigured and deranged She preys on the unwary and pissed And God I know she took my brain Cos I danced with the Shirebrook Vampire Alluring mistress of the night Conjuring a veil of attractiveness To disguise the reality cos she isn’t quite right Yes I danced with the Shirebrook Vampire Feeling good while she sucked my blood So I was chillin at the Bilb’s sister’s birthday bash Knocking back the Marksman underneath the stereogram When I saw her through the carpet fibres So I lured her to the bedroom cos that’s the kinda guy I am We shifted the big pile of coats off the bed But I was too far gone and we hit the deck Swirling colours and shapes in my mind As she sank her fangs into my neck A week later I remember her face I’d sooner forget it if only I could And a week of wearing a polo neck jumper Cannot disguise my new taste for blood
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