| 21. The Clientele - Kelvin Parade |
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Am I only dreaming or is this the kelvin parade? watching a winter sun slowly drift into the shade leaving on Sunday so tired and alone a westerly...
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| 22. The Clientele - Emptily Through Holloway |
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Cancel the car to number ten such a thick fog rolling in I played my cards on unreal glass I left the party next to last Friday night to Sunday...
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| 23. The Clientele - Lacewings |
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Only a word is in my mind We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly Ever since I saw...
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| 24. The Clientele - (i Want You) More Than Ever |
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But I'll never sleep like this with all the yard just stirring in my mind As the evening rises up and falls now I've got something on my mind And I...
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| 25. The Clientele - Monday's Rain |
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I'm dreaming in A still and empty night And spooked by trains I leave the window's light Where Jude is trying on her rings And I'm just thinking...
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| 26. The Clientele - Haunted Melody |
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Basketballs bounce out of tune the streets are empty & the moon has shone on Mrs. Porter & her daughter's soda water 'till they swoon golden...
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| 27. The Clientele - Reflections After Jane |
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Butterflies with gilded wings this morning Touched the red sun and the rain On the bridge the workers pass in threes and fours and fives To my...
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| 28. The Clientele - An Hour Before The Light |
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And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter into stone I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone Summer's waxing in the air...
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| 29. The Clientele - Driving South |
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Though I know you'll never read the words I'm writing now shopping lists, ephemera beneath the Kingston stars evening rain is drifting in through...
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| 30. The Clientele - Fear Of Falling |
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Nights tenderly drift losing my grip losing the 5th or the 6th or the 7th thing on my mind days spiraling past trapped in the glass but in the...
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| 31. The Clientele - Joseph Cornell |
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Why do humming birds just hum their loneliness to me? 151 or 145 or twice times 123 If we're on delancey steet at night In the after train ride...
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| 32. The Clientele - Bicycles |
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Bicycles have drifted through these leaves still wet with rain August now has faded in the silence of the rain I remember one Sunday, riding in...
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