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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong​?​' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night'.

from Untitled by Churlington

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Grieve
Much for this dawn has begun
My heart is heavy the failure
Bring me a shovel for the grave
Bury the dead horse
Stamp on the mound in time
Woman, with no voice sung
Stranger, with no face prayed
Charity
For all those standing in the sun
In this heart lies an old hunger
With the sun and moon it breathes in
Dreamed of the face of my dead Father
With two or three teeth missing from his grin
This room has no ghosts
The darkness eats itself
To our conscious the grave
Clear the phlegm to pray
Woman, with no voice sung
Stranger, with no face prayed
Charity
For all those standing in the sun

Dear you early morning
The story ends
Please mind your head
On these low ceilings
Lets pretend ghosts live here
And stay inside
That’s what I fear my love
We can sleep in time
So lets be ghosts again and stay inside
In between my blanket and the bed
Plan out the grinding of the bones
Bare feet hitting the hardwood floors
Remind all that others live in between these walls
In between my blanket and the bed
Plan out the grinding of the bones
Bare feet hitting the hardwood floors
Remind all that others live in between these walls

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We will bury
Bury you soon
How can sleep exist
And who will watch the world be strangled
Strangled by the night

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Capture the distaste
The feeling of loss, believe
That we will bury you soon
Believe, that we will bury you soon
So peel off your skin
And Ill peel off mine
And together alone we will never be
Alone

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I had heard night time's speech
Amongst the cities ruin
Lights, veins hard to reach
Broken, collapsed, hardened
Gazing I see them grow
There are vampires here
Souls skeleton bold
Reaching towards where
I am Man
Child No more
And I accept death is where I stand
So scratch the rust
From your hearts
Don’t bury your head in the blood
To the knife of love you’ve got it wrong
The ghosts that own this house have made a home

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from Untitled, released July 13, 2018

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We are Churlington, We were two, we are now five...We are guitar, bass and drums...We record in Bunnythorpe...We record in Gordons room...We are Churlington

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