Biography:
The Hidden Cameras are a Canadian indie pop band.
Fronted by singer-songwriter Joel Gibb, the band consists of a varying roster of musicians who play what Gibb describes as "gay church folk music". They could also be considered an anti-folk band, as is often associated with musicians on the Rough Trade label. Their live performances are elaborate, high energy shows, featuring go-go dancers in balaclavas, a choir and string section. Large banners
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[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Golden stream
In the cold
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It turns to ice
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Runs down my knees in fright
Golden stream
Turns from warm to cold
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In frightful time
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In the frozen dead of night
Bm
The golden stone builds the golden road to heaven
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Held up high by golden streams of ice
Bm
My golden bone meets the golden bun
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Buns held high in our dreams of men
Golden streams of ice
In the cold
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Hold up a city of gold
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That lives in broad daylight
Two golden streams
Run down my cheeks
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When buns are deprived
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Of my dreams of men
Bm
I hold the golden bone on the golden road to heaven
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Held up high by golden streams of ice
Bm
The golden bone belongs in golden bun
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Bone and bun held high in my dreams of us
Bm
My golden wand waves down your golden rod
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Our gold held high in sunny breezy sky
Bm
Then a stream of gold released from golden stone
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Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice
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The golden streams
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The golden streams
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The golden streams
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[Verse]
A
Golden stream
In the cold
E
It turns to ice
A
Runs down my knees in fright
Golden stream
Turns from warm to cold
E
In frightful time
A
In the frozen dead of night
Bm
The golden stone builds the golden road to heaven
E A
Held up high by golden streams of ice
Bm
My golden bone meets the golden bun
E A
Buns held high in our dreams of men
Golden streams of ice
In the cold
E
Hold up a city of gold
A
That lives in broad daylight
Two golden streams
Run down my cheeks
E
When buns are deprived
A
Of my dreams of men
Bm
I hold the golden bone on the golden road to heaven
E A
Held up high by golden streams of ice
Bm
The golden bone belongs in golden bun
E A
Bone and bun held high in my dreams of us
Bm
My golden wand waves down your golden rod
E A
Our gold held high in sunny breezy sky
Bm
Then a stream of gold released from golden stone
E A
Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice
A
The golden streams
A
The golden streams
A
The golden streams
The High-Lows
The Higher
The Hill Country (...)
The Hillbilly Mo (...)
The Hilltoppers
The Hometown Boy (...)
The Homophones
The Homosexuals
The Honey Dewdro (...)
The Honeycutters