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Los Campesinos!’s ‘Baby, I Got The Death Rattle’ is a musical piece that has the narrator reflecting on their sex life. The narrator is already experiencing some affects of self-hatred, which we can tell from the “miniscule slices” mentioned in the first verse. Later on in the song, the narrator men...
[Intro: Los Campesinos!]
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone
[Verse 1: Gareth]
We burnt all the skin from the palm of my hands
With an old Zippo lighter and deodorant can
I went to the palmist and asked her to read
No heart line, no sun line, no life line, no need
Said, "All that I wanted was a quiet life
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
Into my flesh", and the broad, she agreed
One look in my sad eyes, she had to concede
[Chorus: Gareth]
Baby, the girdle of Venus got me, got me down on my knees
And baby, baby, I got the death rattle and you're six months old sh-shakin' me
[Verse 2: Gareth]
Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
On the walk back to your house in the cold from City Arms
In the frost, I drew a dick for every girl that wouldn't fuck me
Woke early the next morning to see the frost had bitten me
[Verse 3: Gareth]
My blisters black and touch cold
Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
The kind of gift I'd give you
Like a less committed Van Gogh
[Pre-Chorus: Los Campesinos!]
And you
You are an angel, that's why you pray
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
[Verse 4: Gareth]
Your halo slipped to frame you
Like a photo, porthole window
I see blood spill in the pure snow
You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
[Pre-Chorus: Los Campesinos!]
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
And this is the end
[Chorus: Gareth]
(I'm serious, so listen now)
Baby, I got the death rattle, and baby, I got it bad
I've been digging my grave for quite some time, when I'm not digging up the past
And I chewed my only necktie, from the metal frame of my bed
Where I tied your wrists together, spent all night givin'
(Oh, you get the message though)
[Outro: Los Campesinos!, Gareth]
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I want to be mourned
Baby I Got the Death Rattle was written by Gareth David & Tom Bromley.
Baby I Got the Death Rattle was produced by John Goodmanson.
Los Campesinos! released Baby I Got the Death Rattle on Mon Nov 14 2011.