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David Gray
David Gray


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Настоящее имя David Peter Gray
Дата рождения 13 июня 1968 г.
Откуда Sale, Cheshire, England, United Kingdom
Жанры Alternative Rock
Folk-Rock
Rock
Годы 1992—н.в.
Лейблы RCA Records
East West Records
Polydor
Atlantic Records
Caroline Records
ATO Records
Downtown Records
Hut Records
Сайт Website



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Foundling (16.08.2010)
16.08.2010
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Morning Theme
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More to Me Now (iTunes bonus track)
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Sprung like a wild orchid
Curled like a wave
Hanging like wood smoke yeah
In the airy glade
Only the wine talking
Only the wine
Head spinning, mouth open
Time after time

Sympathetic
Won't forget it
Hope I never live to see the day
Gone forever
Ah whatever
Help me find the way
Home

Coiled in my synapses
Poised like a snake
There as the time lapses
And the levee breaks
Only the wine talking
Only the wine
Head spinning, mouth open
Time after time

Sympathetic
Won't forget it
Hope I never live to see the day
Gone forever
Ah whatever
Help me find the way
The way
The way
Home

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At - the- feet - of - love
a foundling in the reeds
at the feet of your love yeah
at - the - feet - of - love
a foundling in the reeds
at the feet of love

Take me to the limit of
every minute
Dancer in the senate
of needing and wanting
Throw me in cold yeah
All that my heart can hold
Until finally confronting
Strictly on a need to know
Gonna have to let it go
Baby, till the time is right

At -the - feet - of - love
a foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah
At - the - feet - of - love
A foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah
Take me home

Every apparition and
Every dream that
Threatened to but never was
Actual, solid
Every high cause yeah
Every phoney Santa Claus
Who wrote his name on it
Strictly on a need to know
Letting it go now
Baby, till the time is right

At - the - feet - of - love
a foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love
At - the - feet - of - love
A foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah
Take me home

The sugar and the bile
You try your best to reconcile
Your heart with it's shadow
The she blows
All bones and stones
And blooming pale as Death
In the meadow
Gonna have to let it go now baby
Till the time is right

At the feet of love yeah
Sweet transcendent love yeah
At the feet of love sweet love
Luminiscent love yeah
Sweet resplendent love oh yeah
Exponential love yeah
yeah

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Crawling then walking
Then running and sweating
Forgetting

Lying and cheating
Aiding and abetting
Forgetting

Itching and scratching
Punching and hitting
Forgetting, Forgetting, Forgetting
Forgetting

Reminding rewinding
Removing regretting
Forgetting

Your smiles at the wake and
Your tears at the wedding
Forgetting, Forgetting, Forgetting
Forgetting
Forgetting, Forgetting, Forgetting
Forgetting

Spellbound and hellbound
And caught in the netting
Forgetting

A wiping it clean
A minute Armageddon
Forgetting, Forgetting, Forgetting
Forgetting
Forgetting, Forgetting, Forgetting
Forgetting
Forgetting, Forgetting, Forgetting
Forgetting

. . .


Talking with the old folks by the wall
Dreaming 'bout New Orleans in the Fall
And grateful for the time that God allows
And doing my best to keep it hid
Hanging by a gossamer thread

Roll on up it's feeding time again
A kiss to suck the lightning from the pain
I'm hatching us a plan for busting out
And free of what that bastard did
Hanging by a gossamer thread

All lit up like the National Grid
And hanging by a gossamer thread
You're choking on your daily bread
Hanging by a gossamer thread

Dog in the doorway
Dyed in the wool
Dog in the doorway
Dyed in the wool
Dog in the doorway
Dyed in the wool
Away !

I hope that I'm wrong
Hope that I'm wrong
I hope that I'm wrong
Yeah
I hope that I'm wrong
Hope that I'm wrong
I hope that I'm wrong
Yeah

. . .


The old chair
The old chair
It gets that they don't want it anymore
The split seams
And bad dreams
I'm fluttering like a dollar to the floor
You get to wonder what you do it for

And if you're not there to meet me
Only shadows gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping through the door

My heart pounds
I hear sounds
Like laughter coming softly through the walls
The high times
Turn sidelines
This game it makes a fool out of us all
You're off but you ain't hardly
Kicked the ball

And if you're not there to meet me
Only absence gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping through the door

And if you're not there to meet me
Just what is gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping through the door

. . .


What in God's name
Were we thinking of?
What in God's name
Were we thinking of?

Wrapping a ghost in cellophane
You've got to earn the right
Shouting the odds and everybody loves a good fight

Break in and move the furniture
Work on a kiss denied
Climbing the walls and everybody loves a good fight
Loves a good fight

What in God's name
Were we thinking of?
Of......

. . .


Could stay here forever
Where echoes return
There's glory to gather
There's money to burn
But I just can't help from thinking
If I had you by my side
That we could fall in love again tonight

What kind of existence?
To want you so much
And only feel the distance
Each time when we touch
Been a lot of water flowing
Babe we could just let it slide
Then we could fall in love again tonight

I'll be there in a minute
Baby just you sit tight
Then we could fall in love again
We could fall in love again
We could fall in love again
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight

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Baby now don't look back
Don't let those feelings start
Don't let the line go slack, when you're
Pulling it all apart
How to describe the sky
Or dismantle a beating heart

Baby we're holding on
Here we are holding on
Baby we're holding on
To the world

Seeking assurances
Some kind of guarantee
There has to be more than this, oh now
More than the eye can see
Holding the lanterns high, while we
Sink with our vanity

Here we are holding on
Guess we're just holding on
Baby we're holding on
To the world

Now I'm gonna love you
Like the spring bursts from the ground
Unfurling from the ground
Unfurling from the ground

Faces of buildings, trees
All that is stone, inert
Here in these empty streets, well it
Silently does assert
That we are just passing ghosts, honey
Vapours of joy and hurt

And here we are holding on
Baby we're holding on
Yes we're just holding on
To the world
Here we are holding on
Baby we're holding on
Here we are holding on
Yes we're just holding on
Here we are holding on
Baby we're holding on
Guess we're just holding on to the world.

. . .


Somebody should have told you
I never knew
It's just another letter
Returning to
When I was in your heart

Now every word is falling
On stony ground
It feels as if the music
Could lay me down
When I was in your heart
When I was in your heart

Because we wanted to
Because we wanted to
Because we wanted to pretend
We wanted to pretend

Now someone else is catching
Those gravy trains
And one poor bastard's loss is
Another's gains
The Saviour put a bullet
Right through his brains
When I was in your heart
When I was in your heart
When I was in your heart

. . .


Oh my word ain't never seen
Day so golden, Earth so green
Put my face into the stream
That I might see
What might have been

Oh my heart how time has flown
Feet that pass along the stone
I hardly recognized my home
All the paths had overgrown
The music and the laughter gone

'Pon my soul ain't never felt
So free of all the chains I built
All the pain and all the guilt
Vanished now beneath the silt
I'm striding 'cross Orion's belt

Oh my word I...
Oh my word I...
Oh my word I...

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At the edge of consciousness
Where the lines they start to fade
And the spirit goes undressed
Of all malice and brocade
At the edges, silvery edges
Where the mirror it bends and stretches
At the edges of this world
Where the waters crash and curl

Take me down, take me down
Davey Jones yeah, take me down
Take me down Davey Jones,
Davey Jones yeah, take me down

Where the sands they blow and shift
Borne away yeah on the drift
Where the sands they blow and shift
Borne away now on the drift
Maybe I can free myself
Dancing with the swaying kelp
Maybe I'll redeem myself
Swirling with the swaying kelp

Take me down, take me down
Davey Jones yeah, take me down
Take me down Davey Jones,
Davey Jones yeah, take me down
Oh yeah

Make me dance, wanna dance
Wanna dance
Let me see the blue sky
I can dance, gotta dance
Let me see the blue sky
Gonna dance
Holding fragments
Holding fragments
Holding Chimera
Twisting fragments
Only fragments
Only figments
Only Chimera

You're the one that got away
You're the one that got away
You're the one they couldn't touch
Just the one that got away

At the edges, silvery edges
Where the mirror it bends and stretches
Oh the edges of this world
Where the waters crash and curl

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If there's a diamond in my mind
Will it dwindle down to naught
Or will it always be defined
If I cant fix it with my heart

So I'm returning to the place
That I might look into your eyes
And look so hard that I can taste
That winter sun that never sets
The swallow caught up in the nets
The perfect chorus when it hits
Don't slam the door, boy, when you leave

Was heading northward when I saw
That empty house out in the midst
There are traces left for sure
On every mouth you ever kissed

So I'm returning to the word
That I might look between the lines
That I might dutifully recall
The blue within your seagull stare
The funny ways you had to care
For every little thing beyond compare
Don't slam the door, boy, when you leave

So now I'm calling in the gulf
When you went walking with wolf
Hey boy, you really brought it on yourself
Don't slam the door, now, when you leave

The strangest for we ever faced
The stark in every staging grace
Is crushing diamonds into paste
Don't slam the door, boy, when you leave
Don't slam the door, boy, when you leave

. . .

Morning Theme

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. . .


Trying to square the circle of my creed,
spread a little around for chicken feed,
and every (any) little thing I need baby, oh.
Everything that rises, all that flows,
and every which way that it goes.

It's tick, tock, the raindrop, and I wait for you.
Like green eyes or cream pies. I won't yield.
I'm tick, tock, those green locks.
I can't go through.

Like green eyes or cream pies.
I won't yield.
I won't yield.

Oh, the darling light.
Oh, the darling light.
Oh, the darling light.
I won't yield.

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Flat out I'm running
Through walls of concrete
Far from my spirit
A lifetime of hate
It shown on our faces
A million years

Screeching and yelling
Don't hear no sound
Blue light of heaven
Rising up from the ground
It shown on our faces
A million years

The fear coming over
The death taking hold of me
Preparing my face
For the gates of eternity, yeah

Fastening my ankles
Strapping my wrists
Taking my someplace
Where pain don't exist
It shown on our faces
A million years
A million years

The fear coming over
The death taking hold of me
Preparing my face
For the gates of eternity, yeah

Like frost on the branches now
Like foam on the surf
There's nothing I [?]
There's nothing I'm worth
Shown on our faces
A million years
A million years
A million years
A million years

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Blindfold and walking
All over town
Hearing them talking
Up hill and down
Rest for the wicked
Flesh for the crowd
Bird in the thicket
Who's singing now?
Who's singing now?

Head in the ether
Feet in the clay
Hand on the lever
Changes the day
A kiss on the cheek and
A punch in the mouth
Gone for the weekend
Who's singing now?
Who's singing now?

Me and my baby
Out on the tiles
God awful teeth but
Beautiful smiles
Face in the window
Back of your house
Hey ho my hearties
Who's singing now?
Who's singing now?
Who's singing now?

Certainly certainly
Certainly certainly
Certainly certainly
Certainly crossed my mind
Certainly certainly
Certainly certainly
Certainly certainly
Certainly crossed my mind

Drag this old body
On up to the mount
Hey ho my hearties
Who's singing now?
Who's singing now?
Who's singing now?
Who's singing now?

. . .


Here at the gates, on the day you were born,
spooling is breathened and blossomed in thought.
Mind in the head of this child of mine,
now we're up dancing with old father time,
raising our glasses to old father time.

Here in the concords, there's fire in the brave.
They're not (Ain't no) protecting from me my day.
If I were strong, if the lashes should shape,
now we're up dancing with old father time, passing the bottle around.

Out (Pound) in the moder him pour it in lime,
plant stuck in the ground.
Now we're up dancing with old father time, old father time.

Behold the great city that went down the plague (a glint on the plain?).
Behold the great curtains that murmur in rage.
Blink your eyes once and it's grace land again.
Now we're up dancing with old father time, passing the bottle around.

Out (Pound) in the moder and pour in the lime,
the plant is stuck in the ground, now we're up dancing with old father time,
old father time,
old father time,
old father time.

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Riding on the walls of your precious souls, yeah,
indeed I will, indeed I will, yeah.
Praise it to the skies, everyday I rise,
indeed I will, and indeed I will.

Starting over, born in new (anew),
finally the lone will ignite its gown (long lonely night has gone),
now I'm walking through,
(and now…) now the world gets hotter,
with your hand in mine, when you're with me baby,
be happy to take it, just days our lives,

indeed I will, yeah, indeed I will,
you're my [?], loves the creed,
I cant' even bite on my nails, to the gales of (my own steed epiphany??),
watching those love like shadows,
stretching out behind, when you're with me baby,
be happy to take it, these days are fine, days are fine,

and every little move I feel like waiting by the turn of the time (table),
now my eyes are well and up (welling up) and they're just thinking bout the way that it felt,
every bone, every nerve, every fiber, in my body, screaming, yes,

indeed, I will.
Indeed I will.
Indeed I will.

Riding on the walls of your precious souls,
indeed I will, indeed I will, yeah.
Praise it to the skies, everyday I rise,
indeed I will, indeed I will.
Every little moment I feel like waiting there to turn [?],

Now my eyes are well and up (welling up) and they're just thinking bout the way that it felt, yeah,
every bone, every nerve, every fiber,
in my body, screaming, yes,

indeed, I will.
Indeed I will.
Indeed I will.
Indeed I will.

Praise it to the skies, everyday I rise,
indeed I will, indeed I will.
Riding on the walls of your precious souls.
Popping like a cork down in old New York,
indeed I will. Indeed I will.

. . .


Come on, come on, come on
come on, come on, come on

The stolen glances, broken threads
The visions looming in our heads
The years spent running parallel
To everything that might of been
No longer possible to hide
The feeling welling up inside
Ain't never been this close before
Ain't never felt so far away

When a moment
A moment changes everything
When a moment
A moment changes everything
When a moment, it changes everything

The summer sky is blushing pink
The heart is running out of sync (?)
Could this just be the day, I think
When anything is possible

Well, hey now you've been here before
To see your face and slam the door
And waiting for the floor to drop
Feel like time is standing still

When a moment
A moment changes everything
[x3]
When a moment, it changes everything

Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
[x2]

A moment, a moment changes everything
[x4]
Then a moment
A moment changes everything
A moment

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That amount of money
That amount of pain
Such a lot of trouble
For such a little gain
Its one foot than the other
Just like-a simon says

But it means
More to me now than it ever has

Might look a little disheveled
A little wild to face
Been on some other level
Been in some other place
Eyes as wide as saucers
Coming bold as brass

Cause it means
More to me now than it ever has
More to me now than it ever has

Saturated northward baby
Syndicated south
All you get is bad news coming out
From a pretty mouth, yeah yeah
Come and going by now just like sailing ships
Straight into the arms of some sweet
Apocalypse
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Everything that matter
Everything that must
Everything that scatters
Just like-a magic dust
Might look a little peculiar
Who really cares

Cause it means
More to me now than it ever has
More to me now than it ever has
More to me now than it ever has
More to me now than it ever has
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

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