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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Clientele
The Clientele
Performer
Alasdair MacLean
Alasdair MacLean
Vocals
James Hornsey
James Hornsey
Bass
Mark Keen
Mark Keen
Drums
Non Peters
Non Peters
Violin
Ruth Elder
Ruth Elder
Violin
Sebastian Millett
Sebastian Millett
Cello
Stella Page
Stella Page
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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

Birds starved on the flue Spinneys, dark blue I know them Birds starved on the flue Spinneys, dark blue I know them Then Kathleen, I'll talk to you It's like reading an empty room When you feel okay at the end of the day And your eyesight dances like the junes in the hay With the head lamp clear and the springtime full I could walk all the way to the moon Why not talk to me? Why weren't you frightened of the dark? Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling Windows unwound, the cigarettes glowing The blue air and silhouettes so far and close Nobody knows where the garden eye goes Windows unwound with the cigarettes glowing Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling Blue air and rhapsody so far above Nobody knows who the garden eye loves Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling Cigarettes glow where the quarry banks open The blue air in fever, beyond and above But nobody knows why the garden eye comes Windows unwound with the cigarettes glowing Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling Blue air and rhapsody so far above Nobody knows who the garden eye loves The blue air in fever so distant and close Nobody knows where the garden eye goes
Writer(s): Mark Nicholas Keen, James Mark Hornsey, Alasdair David Maclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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