‘Pale Green Ghosts (and other true stories) – The Very Best Of John Grant’ Cover Art

The cover art for this project is one of my favourites to date. As I said in a previous post, I prefer to design my own cover art for any iTunes playlists I put together – and I have tons – rather than the bog-standard collage thumbnail automatically generated by iTunes. Playlists are now the mix tapes of my 80’s former self – it feels a little nostalgic putting them together, despite traditional casssette tapes now being so obsolete. I’m also including my chosen track listing for this cover. The fonts used this time were Ababil Script for John’s name with the secondary font being Old Style Small Caps. Apologies for the watermarks – I hate them but they’re unfortunately necessary.


John Grant: Queen of Denmark Full Album Lyrics

All the lyrics from every song on John Grant’s ‘Queen of Denmark’ Album…

1.     “TC and Honeybear”
2.     “I Wanna Go To Marz”
3.     “Where Dreams Go to Die”
4.     “Sigourney Weaver”
5.     “Chicken Bones”
6.     “Silver Platter Club”
7.     “It’s Easier”
8.     “Outer Space”
9.     “Jesus Hates Faggots”
10.     “Caramel”
11.     “Leopard and Lamb”
12.     “Queen of Denmark”

TC And Honeybear

For TC and his Honeybear, the world will not moving
For rendezvous and longing stares and hearts that won’t stop burning
Before that Honeybear had given up, He felt so sad and lonely
Then one night he looked up and he saw, he saw his One and OnlyWhen TC came onto the scene, He entered in on golden wings
And with him he brought butterflies, of crimson red and emerald green
Cause before TC Honeybear was waiting, was waiting for him patiently
Tc took his fears away, became his One and Only

The world came crashing down on them, with all of its ferocity
And Honeybear was terrified, he said do not take him take me
Before that Honeybear had given up, he felt so sad and lonely
Then one night he looked up and he saw, he saw his One and Only
And He said, Please don’t take Him, ’cause I love Him, He’s my joy and my Life For my Love, I won’t hesitate
I will give him all that his heart can take
And I’ll trust Him fearlessly
I want Him to be free

John Grant: Queen of Denmark

I wanted to change the world
But I could not even change my underwear
And when the shit got really, really out of hand
I had it all the way up to my hairline
Which keeps receding like my self-confidence
As if I ever had any of that stuff anyway
I hope I didn’t destroy your celebration
Or your Bar Mitzvah, birthday party or your Christmas
You put me in this cage and threw away the key
It was this ‘us and them’ shit that did me in
You tell me that my life is based upon a lie
I casually mention that I pissed in your coffee
I hope you know that all I want from you is sex
To be with someone who looks smashing in athletic wear
And if your haircut isn’t right you’ll be dismissed
Get your walking papers and you can leave now

Don’t know what to want from this world
I really don’t know what to want from this world
I don’t know what it is you want to want from me
You really have no right to want anything from me at all
Why don’t you take it out on somebody else?
Why don’t you bore the shit out of somebody else?
Why don’t you tell somebody else that they’re selfish?
A weakling coward, a pathetic fraud

Who’s gonna be the one to save me from myself?
You’d better bring a stun gun and perhaps a crowbar
You’d better pack a lunch and get up really early
And you should probably get down on your knees and pray
It’s really fun to look embarrassed all the time
Like you could never cut the mustard with the big boys
I really don’t know who the fuck you think you are
Can I please see your license and your registration?

Don’t kno

w what to want from this world
I really don’t know what to want from this world
I don’t know what it is you want to want from me
You really have no right to want anything from me at all
Why don’t you take it out on somebody else?
Why don’t you bore the shit out of somebody else?
Why don’t you tell somebody else that they’re selfish?
A weakling coward, a pathetic fraud

So Jesus hasn’t come in here to pick you up
You’ll still be sitting right here ten years from now
You’re just a sucker but we’ll see who gets the last laugh
Who knows, maybe you’ll get to be the next queen of Denmark

 

John Grant: Queen of Denmark

I wanted to change the world
But I could not even change my underwear
And when the shit got really, really out of hand
I had it all the way up to my hairline
Which keeps receding like my self-confidence
As if I ever had any of that stuff anyway
I hope I didn’t destroy your celebration
Or your Bar Mitzvah, birthday party or your Christmas
You put me in this cage and threw away the key
It was this ‘us and them’ shit that did me in
You tell me that my life is based upon a lie
I casually mention that I pissed in your coffee
I hope you know that all I want from you is sex
To be with someone who looks smashing in athletic wear
And if your haircut isn’t right you’ll be dismissed
Get your walking papers and you can leave now

Don’t know what to want from this world
I really don’t know what to want from this world
I don’t know what it is you want to want from me
You really have no right to want anything from me at all
Why don’t you take it out on somebody else?
Why don’t you bore the shit out of somebody else?
Why don’t you tell somebody else that they’re selfish?
A weakling coward, a pathetic fraud

Who’s gonna be the one to save me from myself?
You’d better bring a stun gun and perhaps a crowbar
You’d better pack a lunch and get up really early
And you should probably get down on your knees and pray
It’s really fun to look embarrassed all the time
Like you could never cut the mustard with the big boys
I really don’t know who the fuck you think you are
Can I please see your license and your registration?

Don’t know what to want from this world
I really don’t know what to want from this world
I don’t know what it is you want to want from me
You really have no right to want anything from me at all
Why don’t you take it out on somebody else?
Why don’t you bore the shit out of somebody else?
Why don’t you tell somebody else that they’re selfish?
A weakling coward, a pathetic fraud

So Jesus hasn’t come in here to pick you up
You’ll still be sitting right here ten years from now
You’re just a sucker but we’ll see who gets the last laugh
Who knows, maybe you’ll get to be the next queen of Denmark