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I Dreamed of You, Maria
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Clientele
The Clientele
Performer
Alasdair MacLean
Alasdair MacLean
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
Alasdair MacLean
Alasdair MacLean
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

Let's get up now Jesus Christ No more silly little rats tonight Walking home in the millions Where the brown-weed flowers Up and down the chain link fails I'll see you around I'll see you around I dreamed of you Maria in a doorway by the sea And the kids down on the beach were skimming stones And your sickler say so I love you like a feather in your palm Like a corner street where music comes And we're under where we came Out the Christmas saga straight All the faces that we wore Are before the size of stars Round the people brother, friend Someone's on the roofers ledge I thought would shine on someone But it never got me far And I could not find the place that I came from And voices often sang to me But their music had no words Everywhere they led me, I was lost And I dreamed of you Maria And I don't remember where So now the wind spoke through the will And I locked on and kissed your face in a lane besides the shore And all I ask is something for my dreams One bye And sorely I didn't know who I was Little black rangers like I was calm in a call And I knew that I would die Oh, in the dark, the hatchback's a'glowing The windows unwound with the cigarette smoke The blue and free was so distant and close Nobody knows where the gardener goes Out in the dark the hatchback's a'glowing Cigarette smoke where the quarry banks sloping The blue and the fever beyond and above Nobody knows where the gardener goes
Writer(s): Mark Nicholas Keen, James Mark Hornsey, Alasdair David Maclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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