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Fables of the Silverlink
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Clientele
The Clientele
Performer
Alasdair MacLean
Alasdair MacLean
Vocals
Alicia Macanás
Alicia Macanás
Vocals
Dave Oxley
Dave Oxley
Horn
James Hornsey
James Hornsey
Bass
Mark Keen
Mark Keen
Drums
Non Peters
Non Peters
Violin
Ruth Elder
Ruth Elder
Violin
Sarah Field
Sarah Field
Trumpet
Sebastian Millett
Sebastian Millett
Cello
Stella Page
Stella Page
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alicia Macanás
Alicia Macanás
Songwriter
Alasdair MacLean
Alasdair MacLean
Songwriter
James Hornsey
James Hornsey
Songwriter
Mark Keen
Mark Keen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian O'Shaughnessy
Brian O'Shaughnessy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Marco Pasquariello
Marco Pasquariello
Assistant Recording Engineer
Simon Nelson
Simon Nelson
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Blue sloes caught in wet grass Jarita lasya Blue sloes caught in wet grass Jarita lasya I remember so well She was dying in May She was dying in May Blue sloes caught in wet grass Jarita lasya Caged birds flinch, the subway is still Anna lives in the house on the hill Where the sun's hot line is crossing the street so slow Out of the dark From the black pond rising The nightingales And they have crossed Through the telegraph wires To the clear dark air Still so still, with your hands on your face And I kissed your eyes and I knelt like I prayed And the garden stirred I was young again I was young I was young again Los primeros villanos Del anochecer El aire comenzaron A sembrar After you wake After the song After the quiet dream of love in the indistinct dawn Somebody's mowing the lawn And if the hare's in the moon Then you'll know that I'm coming through After the light After the dawn After the morning rain hits junkyards Fireweed and patio lawns Your beautiful life So hollow and clear in the light Here in the face of your child Here in the face of your child After you wake After the dream After your father's hands have cradled still Your sleeping head His voice is so real Calling the girl that you were Calling you back through the night Lost and found in the fire Lost and found in the fire Steel runs crack The night sings back The hare is in the moon If I get myself together I'll be 'round so soon With a Russian glove On a high-backed chair That you moved aside As the radio played And you touched your face And I am lost in your eyes And I am lost in your eyes And I am lost in your eyes I am lost So Alaine I love the games we used to play But I can't find my way back through the night I remember days at school When the only thing I knew I was nobody at all 'Til the street lamps broke the spell I don't know why
Writer(s): Mark Nicholas Keen, James Mark Hornsey, Alasdair David Maclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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