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kitkitbangbang:

TOMORROW

My Catgun sticker is starting to look pretty fucked. That laptop’s had a few interesting adventures over the last 18 months or so and the sticker has been a constant reminder that my time management skills leave a lot to be desired.

We’ll do some Catgun stuff tomorrow, I said. Again. And again. And again.

But it’s not like we’ve been idle. The Night Bride comic is finished. As with PRECISION we now have a character we’re rather fond of and want to do more with, but right now we’re just looking for a home for her.

Thanks to Steve she’s already kicked ass out in the real world. The Night Bride opera was performed in Vienna complete with my libretto. I know. Crazy. But Dave’s art is beautiful and we should have the full thing in your hands very soon.

We’re just starting to put together a road map for all this stuff, but it looks like it’ll keep us busy for a little while. Thanks for stopping by and prodding us into a little more action.

I believe we’ll have a full demo of the opera up on Soundcloud soon and a lot more of Anna to come once you have the comic in your grubby little collective paws.

I guess we should also get some new stickers.

yourmonkeycalled:

“I’m sitting at my desk, blinds down after a long, long day of work. I check Facebook and see the most amazing sunset happening all around the area. I thank my friends, for reminding me to stop and look, because otherwise I would have missed this”

Chris Glass

youmightfindyourself:

A Day in the Life of Hunter S. Thompson

foe-mania:

Would you like to win shit loads of free merch, gig tickets, and a handmade Frankenstein doll by me?

To coincide with the release of ‘The Black Lodge’, I am running a competition for you to do your own cover version of the single.
It can be in any style/shape/medium, literally ANYTHING you’d like.
The best one will win the aforementioned list of goodies, plus will get exposure on all my social networks.
I am dead excited about this, and I hope you’ll get involved!

Email your creations to foemania@gmail.com, and please, help me spread this like the plague!

This might help…

G                        Bm        F♯m         G
There’s a little boy lost out in the woods
G                        Bm       F♯m        G
With tangerine jeans and black leather boots
G                        Bm        F♯m         G
Mummy I’m ready I’ve got you the loot
G                               Bm                F♯m         G
Come back to me mummy I’m scared without you

G                        Bm        F♯m         G
There’s a little girl lost out in the woods
G                        Bm        F♯m         G
With cherry red lips and sick on her boots
G                 Bm        F♯m         G
Honey I’m sorry I kissed another boy
G                             F♯m              Bm
Cos honey I just needed to be loved
G                             F♯m                Bm
And honey I can’t live without your love

G
There’s a breeze in the trees singing your black heart
Bm                                    F♯m
Your black heart needs a transplant
G
Bad luck has ground you down
Bm                                             F♯m
Down in the mud where the worms spin round and round

G
You can’t ignore those evil voices
Bm                             F♯m
When you sleep at night
G
If you ignored those evil voices
Bm                            F♯m
You might sleep at night


G                        Bm        F♯m         G
There’s an old toy lost out in the woods
G                        Bm        F♯m         G
With tired yellow eyes in it’s wires it lies
G                        Bm        F♯m         G
Chewed by the wolves thrown away by a child
G                 F♯m              Bm
All it ever wanted was your love
G                                 F♯m                        Bm
And children I was made to have your love


Bm                                                         Em
Then the witch came out from her gingerbread house
A                                            G            F♯m
Singing little girl little boy little old toy
Bm                                                      Em
You can all live with me in my house made of sweets
A                                                   G                     F♯m
I’ll put clothes on your back, shoes on your feet
Bm                                                         Em
The witch came out from her gingerbread house
A                                            G            F♯m
Singing little girl little boy little old toy
Bm                                                      Em
You can all live with me I do surgery
A                                                   G                     F♯m
I’ll take out your black hearts and I’ll eat them for tea