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