Funeral for a Friend

The place where FFAF will blog. Pretty self explanatory really.

'Front Row Seats To The End Of The World' lyrics

You’ll never feel it until it’s too late

You’ll never see it coming, 
It hurts my head when you tell me that everything’s alright

Open your eyes and look outside
It’s gonna fuck you up and leave an empty shell
Dressing better is a bigger tell
Your best lipstick for annihilation 

Keep on closing, closing your eyes

I’ve tried to write something meaningful but i feel i’ve lost my stride
Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight
You lie to me and i’m getting bored of this stupid conversation
It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind
I write some words on a scrap of paper
Tied it tightly round my little finger 
Cant think of anything that would make it worth the fight
Falling slowly with the little numbers
Every time i feel like hating someone 
Can’t think of anyone that would make it worth the fight

March/April Tour 2011

Tour Dates for March/April 2011. Tickets on sale Wednesday at 9am

March16th - Aberystwyth Arts Centre17th - Buckley The Tivoli Venue18th - Penrith Eden Arts Centre19th - Edinburgh Bongo Club20th - Glasgow King Tuts Wah Wah Hut22nd - Bury St Edmunds The Apex23rd - Birmingham O2 Academy 224th - Manchester Academy 325th - London Relentless Garage27th - Liverpool O2 Academy28th - Stoke-on-Trent The Sugarmill29th - Wakefield Black Flag30th - Durham Live Lounge April1st - Poole Chords2nd - Saltash Livewire3rd - High Wycombe Academy of Music & Art4th - Wrexham Central Station

Check out these old school pics we just came across!

Great warmup yesterday - so who’s coming to full shows next week in Leicester, Swansea and Reading?

'The Young And Defenceless' Lyrics

Serpents In Solitude

Question, nothing will come of it
Replace, Destroy the parts that never seem to fit
Cancer spreads through the nerve, through the tissue and we burn
infecting visuals giving nothing in return
Resolutions, they never come
the words come out, like vipers tongues
diseases spread through the world with no solution and we burn
infecting everyone they meet until we’re singing the same damned song

i have blood on the brain
i see red like a snake
clearing way for the armies of out demise

if you want to belive in, belive in something
no holy ghost will change your mind

Vultures

There’s a point to make
that sometimes goes unheard
like the blood in your veins
you often forget

what we are is a species on the brink
who’ll be left to pick our bones clean

and the vultures swarm high above
ready to feed of the last of us

sacrificial lambs
lead to the slaughter
we eat the shit
they feed us everyday

when there’s one great idea amongst the rest
they try their best to put it back in its place

and the vultures swarm high above
ready to feed of the last of us
so carve me up and hold me down
i’m not done speaking my mind

they said it wouldn’t hurt one bit when they brought us to the brink
they said it wouldn’t hurt one bit
extinction, it’s on our minds

Damned If You Do, Dead If You Don’t

Our lives are lived
by loving disaster, ending disastrous love
forever obsessed by the essence of death
we celebrate it

so sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know

reaching out for something but we don’t know what we need
as time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your lines
damned if you do, dead if you dont it’s the age of youthfulness

to cause or curse
as if it spoke to claim them the light will guide us
and our shepherd will guide our way through this propaganda

so sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know

i have a feeling, at the bottom of this glass
everything will pass, at least not for us
so sing it loud

damned if you do dead if you don’t


Sixteen

Waltzing daydream serenade
preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph
seems like we all want to be
so very different but nothing changes

young and defenceless, waiting son at arms
beating hearts against a tide of one
young and defenceless, waiting son at arms
beating hearts against a tide of one

we all end up like magazines
crumpled up discarded, cataloged forgotten
read the pages that are free
living something careless
just sixteen all over

young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
beating hearts against a tide of one
young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
beating hearts against a tide of one
beating hearts against a tide of one
we’re all alone
we’re all alone
beating hearts against a tide of one

beating hearts against the tide

young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
beating hearts against a tide of one
beating hearts against a tide of one
we’re all alone
we’re all alone
beating hearts against a tide of one