Biografia:
Glasvegas are a Scottish Indie rock band from the East End of Glasgow. The band consists of James Allan (vocals), Rab Allan (lead guitar, backing vocals), Paul Donoghue (bass guitar, backing vocals) and Jonna Löfgren (drums). The band received universal critical acclaim for their debut album Glasvegas which was released in September 2008, reaching No. 2 in the UK Album Charts. Their debut album was also nominated for the Mercury Music Prize in September 2009, a year after the release of the album.
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Outras músicas:
- Daddys Gone
- Flowers And Football Tops
- It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
- Polmont On My Mind
- A Snowflake Fell And It Felt Like A Kiss
- Be My Baby
- Change
- Cruel Moon
- Euphoria Take My Hand
- Geraldine
- Go Square Go
- Ice Cream Van
- Its My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
- Later When The Tv Turns To Static
- Lonesome Swan
- Lots Sometimes
- My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
- Neon Bedroom
- Please Come Back Home
- The Prettiest Thing On Saltcoats Beach
- The World Is Yours
- Whitey
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My street as I remember is still the same
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Wonder what the people around here say
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Only I can turn things the other way
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I think my friends have all gave up me
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Untie my chains, I reach out in apology
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Then dance dance dance dance dance into the future with me
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Beware the fences, and the prison defences
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And the lies they say inside these walls,
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Commitments involuntary
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It's later when the TV turns to static
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It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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Only the lonely, in this correctional facility
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Isn’t it sad, isn’t it sad, isn’t it a pity
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In the still of every night
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I pray for the dumbest to be loved unwillingly
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From in a place no where no man truly
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I didn’t want to walk away
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It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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My street as I remember is still the same
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Wonder what the people around here say
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Only I can turn things the other way
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I think my friends have all gave up me
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Untie my chains, I reach out in apology
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Then dance dance dance dance dance into the future with me
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Beware the fences, and the prison defences
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And the lies they say inside these walls,
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Commitments involuntary
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It's later when the TV turns to static
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It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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Only the lonely, in this correctional facility
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Isn’t it sad, isn’t it sad, isn’t it a pity
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In the still of every night
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I pray for the dumbest to be loved unwillingly
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From in a place no where no man truly
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Can ever really walk away
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I didn’t want to walk away
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It's later when the TV turns to static
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It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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Now the outside world looks so cinematic
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It's later when the TV turns to static
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It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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Now the outside world looks so cinematic
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It's later when the TV turns to static
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It’s quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
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How I get home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic
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