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!
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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.
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Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
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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.
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Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
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Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
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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.
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Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
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