Biography:
The Clientele are a London-based band with Alasdair MacLean on vocals and guitar, Mark Keen on drums, James Hornsey on bass and Mel Draisey on Keys and Violin.
MacLean and Hornsey began collaborating musically while still in school, after MacLean saw that Hornsey had written the name of the band Felt on his pencil case. The band formed in 1991, with the current lineup along with Innes Phillips, who shared singing and songwriting duties with MacLean.
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Other songs:
- Since K Got Over Me
- 6 Am Morningside
- An Hour Before The Light
- Bookshop Casanova
- Emptily Through Holloway
- Empty
- Five Day Morning
- Geometry Of Lawns
- Graven Wood
- Here Comes The Phantom
- I Had To Say This
- I Hope I Know You
- Isnt Life Strange
- Joseph Cornell
- K
- Kelvin Parade
- Lacewings
- My Own Face Inside The Trees
- Porcelain
- Reflections After Jane
- Saturday
- Somebody Changed
- Violet Hour
- We Could Walk Together
- When Shes Tired Of Dancing
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When she's tired of dancing, she will fall into a trance, and breathe so low.
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Turning to the shoes she has discarded, she will leave the dancing floor.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4 F#
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
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And on sunday I awake, and walk into a room without a sound,
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There's a strake upon my eyes and I can hear the rain come falling down.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4 F#
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
F# : xxx322
When she's tired of dancing, she will fall into a trance, and breathe so low.
D#7sus4 F7sus4
Turning to the shoes she has discarded, she will leave the dancing floor.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4 F#
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
And on sunday I awake, and walk into a room without a sound,
D#7sus4
There's a strake upon my eyes and I can hear the rain come falling down.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
F7sus4 D#7sus4 F7sus4 F#
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
F# : xxx322
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