ILL Song​/​Slithering Lizards

by ILL

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ILL’s heaviest and most furious tracks to date, ILL Song and Slithering Lizards are the first songs from the upcoming album, We are ILL, set for release next year. ILL Song is accompanied by a cheerfully sinister video created by and starring the band. Featuring gin-soaked nurses and a wild-eyed patient straight out of Dr. Caligari, it’s a twisted caper that’s perfect for Halloween festivities. Watch it on our Youtube channel at www.youtube.com/c/weareill

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released October 31, 2015

Written by Harri Shanahan, Fiona Ledgard, Sadie Noble, Whitney Bluzma and Rosanne Robertson.

Performed by
Harri Shanahan - vocals and keys
Sadie Noble - vocals, guitar and tapes
Whitney Bluzma - vocals and bass
Fiona Ledgard - drums

Engineered by John Tatlock at The Box Mobile Recording Studio
Produced by John Tatlock and ILL

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ILL Manchester, UK

ILL is a genre-evading band which believes in the power of disobedient noise. With a repertoire of precarious pop songs and frequent improvised departures, ILL revel in the right to be weird, exploring the borders between the funny and the sinister, the personal and the political, the mundane and the surreal.

“Art-damaged noise pop with heart and smarts.”
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Track Name: ILL Song
Putting a stress
On the NHS
Putting a stress
On the NHS

You're ill, you're ill, you're ill you are
You're never gonna get any better

Sort yourself out!
Get out of my face!
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out, mate!
Sort yourself out!
Get out of my face!
You'd better sort yourself out, sort yourself out, sort yourself out, sort yourself out.

You're ill, you're ill, you're ill you are
You're never gonna get any better

No-one needs you when you're ill.
No-one calls you when you're well.
No one needs you when you're ill.
Take your pills, Take your pills.
Track Name: Slithering Lizards
Hey, sisters
They're coming for you
You 'd better lock your door, you better stay inside
You're not safe anymore
They're coming for you
You'd better lock your door, stay out of sight.

In your bed at night
They're coming for you
You 'd better lock your door, you better stay inside
In your granny flat
They're coming for you
You'd better lock your door, keep your head down down down
Keep your head down down down.

I'm so busy, my life is not pretty
I wake in my dreams as my teeth are all crumbling down
Shut them down
Lock them up
Give them guns
Kill their sons
As my teeth are all crumbling down

I'm falling down down down.

I see Slithering Lizards
slip thorough my dreams
I see Slithering Lizards
slip through my dreams.