Funeral Suits
Funeral Suits are a 4-piece alternative rock band from Ireland.
Consisting of Brian James, Mik McKeogh, Dar Grant and Greg McCarthy, the band formed in 2008.
A shared love of epic, distorted guitars, blistering harmonius pop, art rock and electronica led to the band spending the best part of two years holed up in a disused office space in deepest North County Dublin, writing, rehearsing and at times venturing out to play as special guests for Franz Ferdinand, Passion Pit, The Maccabees, Local Natives amongst other. Read Full BioFuneral Suits are a 4-piece alternative rock band from Ireland.
Consisting of Brian James, Mik McKeogh, Dar Grant and Greg McCarthy, the band formed in 2008.
A shared love of epic, distorted guitars, blistering harmonius pop, art rock and electronica led to the band spending the best part of two years holed up in a disused office space in deepest North County Dublin, writing, rehearsing and at times venturing out to play as special guests for Franz Ferdinand, Passion Pit, The Maccabees, Local Natives amongst other.
More recently they have just recorded and finished their debut album with acclaimed producer Stephen Street (Blur, The Smiths) which will be released on June 4th (Model Citizen via PIAS).
Current single ‘All Those Friendly People’ out now
These are Funeral Suits. Take them and break them. Let them into your world.
UK/IRE /EUROPE bookings: [email protected]
Consisting of Brian James, Mik McKeogh, Dar Grant and Greg McCarthy, the band formed in 2008.
A shared love of epic, distorted guitars, blistering harmonius pop, art rock and electronica led to the band spending the best part of two years holed up in a disused office space in deepest North County Dublin, writing, rehearsing and at times venturing out to play as special guests for Franz Ferdinand, Passion Pit, The Maccabees, Local Natives amongst other. Read Full BioFuneral Suits are a 4-piece alternative rock band from Ireland.
Consisting of Brian James, Mik McKeogh, Dar Grant and Greg McCarthy, the band formed in 2008.
A shared love of epic, distorted guitars, blistering harmonius pop, art rock and electronica led to the band spending the best part of two years holed up in a disused office space in deepest North County Dublin, writing, rehearsing and at times venturing out to play as special guests for Franz Ferdinand, Passion Pit, The Maccabees, Local Natives amongst other.
More recently they have just recorded and finished their debut album with acclaimed producer Stephen Street (Blur, The Smiths) which will be released on June 4th (Model Citizen via PIAS).
Current single ‘All Those Friendly People’ out now
These are Funeral Suits. Take them and break them. Let them into your world.
UK/IRE /EUROPE bookings: [email protected]
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All Those Friendly People
Funeral Suits Lyrics
Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my way
Lost, lost, and never found
Hide your secrets, settle down
I am young and I am naïve
Tell me something I will believe
Take me, take me far away
From this city's soul decay
Hid away 'til I was eighteen
Only saw colours on a TV screen
Skinny jeans and sunglasses
A fashion statement for the masses
What you're doing makes me sick
Over hyped and generic
Shine, shine like the sun
Spread your warmth through everyone
I asked you why people die
You said we all had a design
Slide into the sea
Landslide comin' down on me
I said I was into you
You said you were into me
You never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn't meant to last
You said you reap just what you sow
So tell me, where does your garden grow?
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last
Burn, burn like a star
Burn a hole in every heart
Strung out on a trail of blood
Who knew the stars were not enough?
Smile, smile if you can
If you can't, I'll understand
See these stitches in my eyes
Smash computers, kill rockstars
Purge the past and waste my mind
Leave no scent or trace behind
One day when you bury me
When I wake up, what will I see?
Down, down underground
Dig for fire, dig for sound
What is on the radio?
'Cause I would like to say hello
Crawl, crawl through the dirt
Jesus, show me what you're worth
Can't you just send us a sign?
Tell us all that we're doing fine
Nights for sitting in the dark
Days for lying in the park
Wake me up from my sick dream
A requiem for this dead scene
You never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn't meant to last
You said you reap just what you sow
Well tell me, where does your garden grow?
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last
Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my way
Mother, can't you help me now?
'Cause I've been drowning in the sound
Lying on the motorway
Writing songs and wasting away
Contributed by Josiah S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Emmanuelle Ravago
Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my way
Lost, lost, and never found
Hide your secrets, settle down
I am young and I am naive
Tell me something I will believe
Take me, take me far away
From this city's soul decay
Hid away 'til I was eighteen
Only saw colours on a TV screen
Skinny jeans and sunglasses
A fashion statement for the masses
What you're doing makes me sick
Over hyped and generic
Shine, shine, like the sun
Spread your warmth through everyone
I asked you why people die
You said we all had a design
Slide into the sea
Landslide comin' down on me
I said I was into you
You said you were into me
You never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn't meant to last
You said you reap just what you sow
So tell me where does your garden grow
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last
Burn, burn, like a star
Burn a hole in every heart
Strung out on a trail of blood
Who knew the stars were not enough?
Smile, smile if you can
If you can't, I'll understand
See these stitches in my eyes
Smash computers, kill rock stars
Purge the past and waste my mind
Leave no scent or trace behind
One day when you bury me
When I wake up, what will I see?
Down, down, underground
Dig for fire, dig for sound
What is on the radio?
'Cause I would like to say hello
Crawl, crawl through the dirt
Jesus, show me what you're worth
Can't you just send us a sign?
Tell us all that we're doing fine
Nights for sitting in the dark
Days for lying in the park
Wake me up from my sick dream
A requiem for this dead scene
You never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn't meant to last
You said you reap just what you sow
Well tell me where does your garden grow
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last
Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my way
Mother, can't you help me now?
'Cause I've been drowning in the sound
Lying on the motorway
Writing songs and wasting away
Adham Sallam
Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my way
Lost, lost, and never found
Hide your secrets, settle down
I am young and I am naïve
Tell me something I will believe
Take me, take me far away
From this city's soul decay
Hid away 'til I was eighteen
Only saw colours on a TV screen
Skinny jeans and sunglasses
A fashion statement for the masses
What you're doing makes me sick
Over hyped and generic
Shine, shine like the sun
Spread your warmth through everyone
I asked you why people die
You said we all had a design
Slide into the sea
Landslide comin' down on me
I said I was into you
You said you were into me
You never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn't meant to last
You said you reap just what you sow
So tell me, where does your garden grow?
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last
Burn, burn like a star
Burn a hole in every heart
Strung out on a trail of blood
Who knew the stars were not enough?
Smile, smile if you can
If you can't, I'll understand
See these stitches in my eyes
Smash computers, kill rockstars
Purge the past and waste my mind
Leave no scent or trace behind
One day when you bury me
When I wake up, what will I see?
Down, down underground
Dig for fire, dig for sound
What is on the radio?
'Cause I would like to say hello
Crawl, crawl through the dirt
Jesus, show me what you're worth
Can't you just send us a sign?
Tell us all that we're doing fine
Nights for sitting in the dark
Days for lying in the park
Wake me up from my sick dream
A requiem for this dead scene
You never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn't meant to last
You said you reap just what you sow
Well tell me, where does your garden grow?
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last
Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my way
Mother, can't you help me now?
'Cause I've been drowning in the sound
Lying on the motorway
Writing songs and wasting away
ellissia
Count back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my wayLost, lost, and never found
Hide your secrets, settle down
I am young and I am naive
Tell me something I will believeTake me, take me far away
From this city's soul decay
Hid away 'til I was eighteen
Only saw colours on a TV screenSkinny jeans and sunglasses
A fashion statement for the masses
What you're doing makes me sick
Over hyped and genericShine, shine, like the sun
Spread your warmth through everyone
I asked you why people die
You said we all had a designSlide into the sea
Landslide comin' down on me
I said I was into you
You said you were into meYou never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn't meant to lastYou said you reap just what you sow
So tell me where does your garden grow
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at lastBurn, burn, like a star
Burn a hole in every heart
Strung out on a trail of blood
Who knew the stars were not enough?Smile, smile if you can
If you can't, I'll understand
See these stitches in my eyes
Smash computers, kill rock starsPurge the past and waste my mind
Leave no scent or trace behind
One day when you bury me
When I wake up, what will I see?Down, down, underground
Dig for fire, dig for sound
What is on the radio?
'Cause I would like to say helloCrawl, crawl through the dirt
Jesus, show me what you're worth
Can't you just send us a sign?
Tell us all that we're doing fineNights for sitting in the dark
Days for lying in the park
Wake me up from my sick dream
A requiem for this dead sceneYou never answer on the phone
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn't meant to lastYou said you reap just what you sow
Well tell me where does your garden grow
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at lastCount back, anaesthetise
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me, help me find my wayMother, can't you help me now?
'Cause I've been drowning in the sound
Lying on the motorway
Writing songs and wasting away
Lully Mel
Depois de alguns anos, cá estou eu ouvindo essa musica de novo, ainda acho perfeita!
Lucas Oliveira
:)
roger da silva
E aqui estou, vivendo uma pandemia mundial, ouvindo essa música... E realmente, ela é perfeita
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Avisando você pra ouvir denovo, continua boa.
BRASIL 1967
Essa música é ótima
Bruno Victor
Essa música é muito subestimada, merece mais views
roraio
First year of high-school when I was listening to this song.. Oh, memories...
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@Ashen TWO how’s the graduation? :)
Epicxslayer 7
Yo 3 years later i listened to this on my first year of high school
Addison Webster
same here