Editors are an English rock band, formed in 2002 in Stafford. Previously known as Pilot, The Pride and Snowfield, the band currently consists of Tom Smith (lead vocals, guitar, piano), Russell Leetch (bass guitar, synthesizer, backing vocals), Ed Lay (drums, percussion, backing vocals), Justin Lockey (lead guitar), and Elliott Williams (keys, synthesizers, guitars, and backing vocals).
Editors have so far released two platinum studio albums, and five in total, with several million combined sales. Their debut album The Back Room was released in 2005. It contained the hits "Munich" and "Blood" and the following year received a Mercury Prize nomination.
Their follow-up album An End Has a Start went to number 1 in the UK Album Chart in June 2007 and earned the band a Brit Awards nomination for best British Band. It also spawned another Top 10 hit single, "Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors". The band's third album, In This Light and on This Evening, was released in October 2009 and went straight to number 1 in the UK Album Chart. The band released their fourth studio album, The Weight of Your Love, in July 2013, followed by self-produced In Dream in October 2015.
Anyone whose lived around these parts,
Or ever knew'd us,
Is well aware that you should never mess with the Tudors.
My Grandad Henry Seventh,
He beat King Richard,
That's him pictured,
Defeating the Tyke.
He liked his name so much that,
To keep alive is memory,
He called his own son Henry,
What was he like!
Everyone said Hen-er-y the eighth was a baddy,
I have to agree,
Even though he was my daddy.
(Just popping of to chop some wives.)
Cos we're Tudors,
Britain's biggest feuders,
And just like barracudas,
We kill with methods foul.
Tudors
Each enemy a Judas,
At least we're not as rude as,
Simon Cowell.
My reign was quite notorious,
I liked to hunt and slaughter,
But then you had a daughter,
Mary was her name,
It was a son I wanted,
So I divorced her mother,
Then wife two had another,
A girl? Not again!
(That's me your talking about!)
Tudor,
Superior to you duh,
Who followed me as ruler,
Best not to ask.
It must have been my laddie,
Yes sicky little Eddie,
Was ill and soon got,
And who came next?
Your daughters then took over,
First came Bloody Mary,
My sisters rule was scary,
So all hail me!
Tudors,
The history books reviewed us,
As nutters and big bruisers,
Who kill and cull.
I never had an heir,
So our reign ended there,
We my not have been fair,
But we were never dull!