Biografía:
Es una banda formada por tres jóvenes londinenses, que practican un pop muy melódico, con voz nostálgica y guitarras cristalinas, formando estribillos perezosos y agridulces.
Sus canciones tienen un aire retro, en la más pura línea del pop británico de los 60’s y unas melodías absolutamente arrebatadoras. Con cierta melancolía, pero brillantes y no exentas de optimismo y jovialidad.
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
"Emptily Through Holloway" by The Clientele
From the 2002 EP Lost Weekend
[Intro]
E A B
[Verse]
E
Cancel the car to number ten
A B
Such a thick fog rolling in
E
I played my cards on unreal glass
A B
I left the party next to last
[Chorus]
E A B
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B
I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
E A B E A B
[Verse]
E
Forget my face, I won't be back
A B
I hear your friends have turned their backs
E
When summer comes where Rose Street winds
A B
The longing makes you close your eyes
[Verse]
E
It's unreal, so unreal
A B
To walk along these streets
E
It's unreal, so unreal
A B
To close your eyes and breathe
[Chorus]
E A B
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B
I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
E A B E A B
[Bridge]
E A E
when I left you at the Coronet this morning
E A B
you said that your happiness was gone
E A E
but the hum of voices somehow brings me back here
E A B
though there's no happiness and there's no love
[Verse]
E
mid-afternoon Lincoln's Inn
A B
terraces though crying wind
E
before the night I disappear
A B
what else can I do round here?
[Chorus]
E A B
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B
I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
[Outro]
E A B E A B E
From the 2002 EP Lost Weekend
[Intro]
E A B
[Verse]
E
Cancel the car to number ten
A B
Such a thick fog rolling in
E
I played my cards on unreal glass
A B
I left the party next to last
[Chorus]
E A B
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B
I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
E A B E A B
[Verse]
E
Forget my face, I won't be back
A B
I hear your friends have turned their backs
E
When summer comes where Rose Street winds
A B
The longing makes you close your eyes
[Verse]
E
It's unreal, so unreal
A B
To walk along these streets
E
It's unreal, so unreal
A B
To close your eyes and breathe
[Chorus]
E A B
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B
I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
E A B E A B
[Bridge]
E A E
when I left you at the Coronet this morning
E A B
you said that your happiness was gone
E A E
but the hum of voices somehow brings me back here
E A B
though there's no happiness and there's no love
[Verse]
E
mid-afternoon Lincoln's Inn
A B
terraces though crying wind
E
before the night I disappear
A B
what else can I do round here?
[Chorus]
E A B
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B
I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
[Outro]
E A B E A B E
The Common Linne (...)
The Congos
The Connels
The Contortionis (...)
The Contours