Biografia:
The Clientele é um quarteto britânico formado em Hampshire, em 1997 (inicialmente com 3 integrantes), que faz música inspirada em antigas bandas dos anos 60, entre elas os Beatles e na literatura suburbana. É composta por Alasdair MacLean (vocais e guitarra), Mark Keen (bateria), James Hornsey (baixo) and Mel Draisey (cordas, teclados, percursão e coro).
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
"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
The Crew-cuts
The Cribs
The Crystals
The Cult
The Cure