Me too. It was the first email I got about the album and ordered it from there. If I come across the Matador version somehow I'll grab it, but I'm cool with this one
I want the orange variant but shipping to the UK is $22 which is more than the bloody record. So I'm holding out that the other 1700 copies will either be put up on Matador or I can purchase on her tour.
I attempted to decipher the lyrics for Televangelist. Suggestions welcome - some parts are difficult to understand. My heart, it’s gunning (?) slow I don’t need anybody’s help. It’s just me, naked (?) and nobody else I believe that’s what I tell myself. ‘Cos I’m an amputee, the phantom touch Leaning on an invisible crutch Into the mattress like an insect to styrofoam, calling out from my bed alone. I know what's in my cannibal (?) shell It’s been dug out like a strip mine till there’s nothing left. All the colours in-between my ears until I go deaf Oooh, that remind me exactly what I am every chance they get. Am I a masochist, screaming televangelist Watching my crucifix, oh, white noise and static All my prayers are just apologies All out of limb ’til you’ll come for me. And do I turn into light, ooooh If I burn alive, ooooh, If I burn alive.