Iceage - Match Head Girl (Official Audio)

Iceage - Match Head Girl (Official Audio) From the album For Love of Grace & the Hereafter, out now on Mexican Summer: https://iceage.ffm.to/forloveofgrace.OYD Credits Music written and performed by Iceage Lyrics by Elias Rønnenfelt Produced by Nis Bysted & Iceage Iceage is: Dan Kjær Nielsen Jakob Tvilling Pless Elias B. Rønnenfelt Johan S. Weith Casper Morilla Fernandez Recorded by Jens Benz and Nis Bysted at Silence Studios (Koppom, Sweden) Additional engineering by Asbjørn Nørrind Hansen, Jens Ramon, and Oliver Nehammer Violins performed by Nils Gröndahl Mixed by Nis Bysted at Grapehouse (Copenhagen, Denmark) Mastered by Emil Thomsen at ET Mastering (Aarhus, Denmark) Album-cover painting entitled "Kiss (on the waterfront)" by and courtesy of Elizabeth Peyton Band photo by and courtesy of Ira Rønnenfelt Design assistance by Alex Tults Thank you: Amos, Anders Lind, Asta Louisa Bjerre, Christian Alex Petersen, Clara Li Scheutz, Claus Søgaard, Copenhagen, Ekkoflok, Elizabeth Peyton, Erik Lautrup-Nielsen, Graeme Flegenheimer, Ira Rønnenfelt, Iris, Jacob Bixenman, Jason Klein, Jenna Ortega, Isa, Kissy Jeans, Lara Sturgis, Lea Cornelius, Mayhem, Pablo, Peter Peter, Sahar Jamili + mothers & fathers, friends & family. Song Credits Elias Bender Rønnenfelt - vocals, guitar, chimes, cowbell Dan Kjær Nielsen - drums, electronics Jakob Tvilling Pless - bass Johan Surrballe Weith - guitar, backing vocals, melotron, synth Casper Morilla Fernandez - guitar Lyrics Cut-throat imminent You smile at me and break the frame Candid interwoven with any heaven’s abrupt raining Say the Lord’s prayer Gutted beyond repair Drove the stake, a fresh tear She’s swimming in my arteries For you, I can’t deny any stammered lullaby ‘cause the notes are ringing strangely known Suddenly I seek any part of you that’s seeped In the flesh and marrow of my bones I am starving and in no recovery Rise a flood miraculously And so, still haunted by spectres, echoes and the like As they’re pulling from the bright below I never felt the sky so dearly above my head Tumble in heaps You’re a match-head Make the world combust With every strike! Marked with lipstick Drink till I’m sick Lasting and perpetual in its scarred frailty The pull that won’t resist undeniably exists Starved like a lion on a prey-less plain Lost inside the throes It is ceaseless in its growth How I cherish every left off stain I am starving and in no recovery Rise a flood miraculously And so, still haunted by spectres, echoes and the like As they’re pulling from the bright below I never felt the sky so dearly above my head Tumble in heaps You’re a match-head Make the world combust With every strike! Striker. Strike! Striker. Strike! Follow Iceage https://iceage.ffm.to/follow.OYD #iceage #matcheadgirl #forloveofgraceandthehereafter #copenhagen #newmusic