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I Am Kloot
I Am Kloot


Информация
Откуда Manchester, England
Жанры Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Годы 1999—н.в.
Лейблы Wall Of Sound
Skinny Dog Records
The Echo Label
См. также Elbow
Сайт Website
Состав
John Bramwell
Peter Jobson
Andy Hargreaves



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Альбом I Am Kloot


B (03.11.2009)
03.11.2009
1.
2.
Proof (Demo)
3.
4.
5.
6.
The Mermen
7.
Gods And Monsters (Two Lone Swordsmen Remix)
8.
Strange Little Girl
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
By Myself
14.
A Million Things
1.
Blue and Bone China
2.
Asleep At the Wheel
3.
Fat Kids in Photographs
4.
Ferris Wheels (Demo)
5.
Tell Me Something
6.
The Face of Alabaster
7.
You Gotta Go
8.
9.
Glimmer
10.
11.
12.
Twist (French)
13.
Dogs Howl
. . .



Murderer's come dressed as suicides
They drag the donkey's that carry the shit
Wondering where all of that hope went
I'm telling you now this it
Everybody knows you sell mouthwash
As liquid gold always rusts
The roller blade girls concrete the beaches
The coffee cups crumble to dust

On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind.

Listening to your Northern Soul records
You're pumped up with The Stax and the Blues
I can't help it if I was born stupid
I'm thinking about buying some shoes
Saxophones wait in the echo
I'm a good looking 19 year old girl
Hanging in the light like a Gecko
Inviting all men into my world

On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind.


. . .


Hey, could you stand another drink
I'm better when I don't think
It seems to get me through
Say, d'you wanna spin another line
Like we had a good time
Not that I need proof

Swell, we're living in a hotel
And someones ringing my bell
In a room without a view
Hey, heard you read another book
Should I take another look
Who am I
Without you

ahhhoooo
ahhh
ahhoooo
ahhh
ahh

Hey, could you stand another drink?
I'm better when I don't think
It seems to get me through
Say, d'you wanna spin another line
Like we had a good time
Not that I need proof

Swell, we're living in a hotel
Someone's ringing my bell
In a room without a view
Hey, heard you read another book
Should I take another look?
Who am I
Without you

ahhhoooo
ahhh
ahhoooo
ahhh
ahh

lalalalalalalalala
lalalalalala...

. . .



Looks like a ruin, you think nothings doing,
Under the arches, somethings still moving,
We lie together, forever and ever,
The truth be uncovered, no face in the mirror.

I always said, you should leave them dead,
Now this house is haunted, now look in the ruins,

The day they'll discover, you're still with me my lover,
The creedence is craving, the truth be uncovered,
I sent them your letter, that read like a lecture,
There on the pages, the laughter, the rages.

She always said, we'd be better off dead,
This house is haunted, the face in the mirror.

Kiss me and shiver, one day they'll discover,
You're with me my lover, the truth be uncovered,
Kiss me and shiver, one day they'll deliver,
The news of your heart, so dearly departed,

I always said, we'd be better off dead,
This house is haunted.

She always said, I'd be better off dead,
This house is haunted.


. . .



Burnt my old place down
Sold the cinders to my council town
So rag your head and paint your face
The money's all been spent
You waited here outside of space
And you came and so I went
And you said that's what life's all about

. . .



Glad to see, Sad to say
And get my things and get away
I've got a light beam soul inside my head
To get my gear and knock 'em dead
Like the sunshine, and the moon glow
And the light thrown on a deep blue sea.

Came back here, to the state were in?
And fake it fast to see their grin
To slow to lose, too fast to win
I come back here to the state we're in?
But you're the sunshine, you're the moon glow
You're the light thrown on a deep blue sea.

Amazed and a mess, is this all for me
You got my gear and got me free
I've seen the life strains and never wins
So fate me fast or make me grin
Like the sunshine, and the moon glow
And the light thrown on a deep blue sea.

We're the sunshine, We're the moon glow
We're the light thrown on a deep blue sea.
Blue sea, Blue sea, Blue sea, Blue sea,
We're the sunshine, We're the moon glow
We're the light thrown on a deep blue sea.
We're the sunshine, We're the moon glow
We're the light thrown on a deep blue sea.

. . .

The Mermen

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. . .



Yearning, keep them burning, kepp them earning
Someones got to pay for all these televisions
There's children singing, and church bells ringing,
and people skipping merrily to work and dreaming
and dreaming

For maybe, you'll wind up crazy, and when you're drinking
You may start thinking that you're stupid and you're lazy
Well just keep earning, keep on yearning,
and you will believe there are no gods and monsters
gods and monsters

So free of contradictions, no dereliction,
There are no gods and monsters
So useless and so pretty and so good
So pretty and so good, gods and monsters

Now have I got you watching, for all the gods and monsters
A sitting, reclining in the back row of your mind
I think thats what you'll find
Yes there are gods and monsters
Yes there are gods and monsters

. . .

Strange Little Girl

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Stepping into small life nowhere England
Shaking hands with the big life idiots I was
Trying to pick up some ordinary-ness
From the shopping bag inspirational quiet

Picking up a detail from a muscle magazine
Whilst talking to someone else's wife
and wondering do I really care about sheet metal workers
Caught you looking though your, shop window reflection, shop window reflection,
shop window reflection.

Some run down amusement arcade humour
Like cheap beer and instant coffee was pouring out
Over the cities pavements
Calling closing time on that cinema cue further

Thursday night on the railway lines
Is life and death burnt away in the distance and
A billion TV screens close their weary eyes

. . .



Stop taking photographs, your brittle heart'll never bleed
Took your big head to succeed, it hasn't been a million laughs
So stop taking polaroids, of all the things that you avoid
There are no lessons in your path, so stop taking photographs

The naked lights revealed you, shattered and then sealed you in your dreams
and this loneliness has stripped you, unbuttoned and unzipped you til ya fell
apart at the seems

Stop taking photographs, your brittle heart'll never bleed
It took your big head to succeed, it hasn't been a million laughs
So stop taking polaroids, of all the things that you avoid
There are no lessons in your path, so stop taking photographs

and the naked lights revealed you, shattered and then sealed you in your dreams
and this loneliness has stripped you, unbuttoned and unzipped you til ya fell
apart at the seems

So stop taking photographs, your brittle heart'll never bleed

. . .



How long have you worn that dress
The colours shows all the mess
But they dont want that kind of thing round here
You've been trying too hard it's clear
You've been dieing to dry those big tears.

You've got a head full of library books
Your mother had all the looks
But they dont want that kind of thing round here
You've been trying too hard it's clear
You've been dieing to dry those big tears.

Do you know what they all think about you.
Do you know how they cant live without you.

You've got a head full of common sense
But thats not much recompence
Cuz I dont want that kind of thing round here
I've been trying too hard it's clear
Now we're dieing to dry those big tears.

How long have I worn this shirt
The colours shows all the dirt
They dont want that kind of thing round here
I've been trying too hard it's clear

. . .



You can take a million of the monkeys
Put 'em through a hoop
You can make a packet from the rackets
And boil down for soup

I can hear the sound of music
Lingering taste of the jewellery
You're the walk on ghost
You're a living host (argh)
All of they want you to be.

You can take a million of the monkeys
Put 'em through a hoop
You can make a packet from the rackets
And boil down for soup

I can hear the sound of make up
Lingering stench of the jewellery
You're the walk on ghost
You're a living host (argh)
All of they want you to be.

I can hear the sound of music
Lingering taste of the jewellery
You're the walk on ghost
You're a living host (argh)
All of they want you to be.
Walk on ghost, Living host
Walk on ghost, Living host
Living ghost, Walk on host

. . .

By Myself

[Нет текста]

. . .

A Million Things

[Нет текста]

. . .

Blue and Bone China

[Нет текста]

. . .

Asleep At the Wheel

[Нет текста]

. . .

Fat Kids in Photographs

[Нет текста]

. . .

Ferris Wheels

[Нет текста]

. . .

Tell Me Something

[Нет текста]

. . .

The Face of Alabaster

[Нет текста]

. . .

You Gotta Go

[Нет текста]

. . .



You were born with football boots and a sun tan complexion
You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made
You shrugged and smiled and made the usual excuses
You suffered small abuses, and settled for their pay
You want to learn to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat)
You bought your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to that
and if the whole world came crashing, down around your ears
You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers

You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some glamour
You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a rope
A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as clerics
They got you in histerics, and walked off with your soul
and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and wave
Well I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade
Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes
So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great escape

You hung around to long, your mother read your letters
You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and gone
The time the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper
and once you could escape her, but where did you go wrong
and your fathers at the factory that makes money seeling guns
To fight the wars that spends the lives of all the peoples sons
Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes
So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great escape

You were born with football boots and a sun tan complexion
You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made
You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made

. . .

Glimmer

[Нет текста]

. . .


Life in a day
Fleet of foot
Full of grace
Love, mercy miles
Freedom fortune, such a filthy child

Life in a day
Life in a day

Stick your jokes, your hoax in a box
Chew the chains, loose the locks
Lease your mind and find a better rate
If freedom feels like a first mistake

Life in a day
Life in a day

Life in a day
See you hoof and move your feet of clay
Let it go you know, or let it break
Freedom feels like a first mistake

Life in a day
Life in a day

(You got your education) x3

. . .



Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
Can you feel her healing finger tips,
Coming down, on you like rain,
So tell me now where do we remain,

Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know

I used to work, night and day,
Nobody listened to a word I'd say,
I didn't care who knew me then,
and someone stupid asked if we were friends, well,

Over my shoulder it goes,
Back to a bar, we both used to know.

Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
Can you feel her healing finger tips,
Coming down, on you like rain,
Tell me now where do we remain,

Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know

Over my shoulder it goes,

. . .


Twisted on destiny, fate and three wishes
We fuck and we fight, someone else does the dishes,
And meantime my memory reminisces and twists,
There was a time when we were filled with laughter,
Haplessly hoping happy ever after,
Did we string up a heart, let it swing from the rafters
And bleed.

There’s blood on your legs ,I love you
There’s blood on your legs, I love you
There’s blood on your legs, I love you

Evoke the rich tapestry of love and devotion,
Emote the sweet saccharine of all that devotion,
Forget all about that and fall in this ocean with me,
With me.

Twist, snap, I love you
Twist, snap, I love you
Twist, snap, I love you

Da da da…

There’s blood on your legs, I love you
There’s blood on your legs, I love you
There’s blood on your legs, I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

. . .

Dogs Howl

[Нет текста]

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