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All About White Out
It must be 2 or 3, I haven't checked the time, 'The End' by The
Doors is your only time out of mind
And it's all about white out, and it's all about white out.
They're knocking at the window so I’ll lay my head, all my hopes
and fears are as good as dead.
And it's all about white out, and it's all about white out.
Yeah, she looked like a star as she walked, in the morning sun from
my car, she said 'who do you think you are?!’
Her hair like dusty light I can barely see, life is beauty unimpressed, don't you agree?
And it's all about white out, and it's all about white out.
Now we can barely speak a word so I'll make my way, thinking
Van Morrison's Astral Weeks would be a good one to play
And it's all about white out, and it's all about white out.
Yeah, she looked like a star as she walked, in the morning sun from
my car, she said 'who do you think you are?!’
And it's all about white out, and it's all about white out
And it's all about white out, and it's all about white out, yeah
And it's all about white out, yeah, and it's all about white out, yeah
And it's all about white out, yeah.
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Waiting on Me
Sometimes, I'd like to hold a light to the sounds that come
through her lips.
I've won, all the chances made for the claim of our beauteous
trips.
Sometimes you'd be waiting, for what is nothing, are you
waiting, are you waiting on me?
I know, that we cant be both right to say that I'd admit to
being wrong.
We'll go, on a plan we never can keep because iť's gone on too
long.
Sometimes you'd be waiting, for what is nothing, are you
waiting, are you waiting on me?
Sometimes you'd be waiting, for what is nothing, are you
waiting, are you waiting on me?
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Pigment in the Rally
Ride away to canyon Blaze Falls, I'll wait for you till morning
But I never rode for time I hope you don't mind I look older.
I entered this room yet realized quite soon, you'd never made it
I lay on the bed as the mercury read it was getting colder
So let it be known to you, I'm not carrying this heart in two.
And will it belong to you, as the Rally has burnt you through.
I remembered she'd had a kid, with a china white crib for it to die in.
But I knew it had lived to realize the myth of a mother.
I fell in love in Ash Strand state of mind, I was no-one
Now I found you child, l'm the reason your with no other.
So let it be known to you, I'm not carrying this heart in two.
And will it belong to you, as the Rally has burnt you through
Healthy young kids, he raises never to live but should never know
that
Della Cales your supplies are weeping inside many backgrounds.
Through opulent eyes there you stare like a king as I stop you
The heartbeat machine switched on to panic dreams for me to break
down.
So let it be known to you, I'm not carrying this heart in two.
And will it belong to you, as the Rally has burnt you through
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Magna Doors (Remastered)
05:38
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Magna Doors
You used to move me, now I guess that's changed for the better
No beating of drums or sounding of horns, bit like trying to find
your right Magna Door.
Now that I have loved once, I wont turn the knife in any deeper.
If I could have seen your face while I was away hurting you, I'd
have fallen through the right Magna Door
Turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, to your
right Magna Door.
Turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, to your
right Magna Door.
Now why would you still want me, think of when we had
nothing to say to each other.
I would try to impress everyone except you, but now they've
turned their backs on me for evermore.
We had everyone to surround us, but there was only you at
every dying hour.
But there was something inside that made me feel like I had to
try to find the right Magna Door.
Turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, to your
right Magna Door.
Turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, to your
right Magna Door
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Write to me, Buccheimer
Write to me Buccheimer, send it to me, send it to me, you set
me free.
I heard your requiem to the pennywhistle, the one you sent, on
an old cassette, still we've never met.
Things really have changed Buccheimer, but since you met her
what use is it to you.
Her passions bequeathed was instrumental, to dance in the
shadow of the Red Town Hall.
Relationships can cause inertia of identity, personalities that
once had dreams.
Oh and Buccheimer, I only know you by your written hand.
But now I see she writes it for you, looking how a child would
write in the sand.
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We are Old, Baby
Don't you understand, we're not once we were
We can’t be the same, anymore.
Every shore drags back our rain; every spark can't light the
flame
But our parting craves the days and our hellish ways.
Let it on baby, for we are old baby, there's nothing wrong
baby, feeling how you do.
Rivers of space and time, tilt on swords in the young man's
prime
Who flagged us down before we got somewhere, I"ll never
know.
Let it on baby, for we are old baby, there's nothing wrong
baby, feeling how you do
Let it on baby, for we are old baby, there's nothing wrong
baby, feeling how you do
Let it on baby, for we are old baby, there's nothing wrong
baby, feeling how you do
Let it on baby, for we are old baby, there's nothing wrong
baby, feeling how you do
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Guillotine (Remastered)
04:09
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Guillotine
Guillotine moving through the air, hands running through your hair,
I can see you there, I could feel your stare.
Guillotine, call it what you will, get closer I’ll hurt you still;
Closet dreams we kill, call it what you will.
Guillotine comes down, Guillotine comes down!
Guillotine moving through the air, hands running through your hair,
I can see you there, I could feel your stare.
Guillotine, call it what you will, get closer I’ll hurt you still;
Closet dreams we kill, call it what you will.
Guillotine comes down, Guillotine comes down!
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The Comedian
We're going down through every corner of the city tomb
Huddling around a bin of fire beneath a freezing moon
The rain crashes down either side of the Iron Bridge
He’s waiting on the deal he regards as a patronage.
Under the bridge was she saw found him burning broken chairs
Separation of man still disguising under watchful stares
Encouraging well all assembly that she had to find
For white medicine time, each calling the medallion mind.
Jokes born into the dark of the closed and empty cinema
Old reels turn and play Dr Strangelove to his repertoire
Stark bodies love lies under water in The Writing Bath
I never expected them to be laughing down that lonely
path.
Should he be handsome or dead, she may love him but he
doesn't mind
When the applause is like rain, on this stage it's hard to find
And when the last drop leaves his body then the laughter
stops
He's feeling like the bulb that floats and flashes upon the ocean top.
And its minus ten but the comedian, and its minus ten but the comedian goes on
I wanna go and see, I wanna go and see the comedian.
I wanna go and see, I wanna go and see the comedian.
I wanna go and see, I wanna go and see the comedian.
I wanna go and see, I wanna go and see the comedian.
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Intimidation
We are the silent spies of our time, and now we gotta break it baby, do
it baby, do it baby.
I want so much more, so much more, but you tell me so do they well
running, run ever after, run ever after.
White, white Iight in the morning,
White, white light sail away
White, white Iight in the morning,
White, white light sail away
The beat, the beat of a marble heart will now, never beat the dignity
that it used to, now never has to, now never has to, now never has to.
The night, the night, is lighter than the day, and you know that we
will share the same feeling, intimidation, intimidation, intimidation, intimidation.
White, white Iight in the morning,
White, white light sail away
White, white Iight in the morning,
White, white light sail away
White, white Iight in the morning,
White, white light sail away
White, white Iight in the morning,
White, white light sail away
White, white Iight in the morning,
White, white light sail away
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Words to the Open
I know I won’t forget that face, it only fills an empty space
I would run to you, but would I see it through?
I threw an eye on the hanging throne, where all rights and wrongs are overthrown
Let me run to you, I need to see it through.
You know I can’t believe it, you know I can’t believe you’re gone.
You knew I’d never put it right.
Back when I had a little time, to crash a scene that was never mine
I would turn to you, what else was I supposed to do?
And you know I can’t believe it, you know I can’t believe you’re gone.
You knew I’d never put it right.
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Who will be the Rider?
04:27
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Who will be the Rider?
We slide past each other like eels meet in
the water.
We were the speakeasy trio so why did
you shoot down the third?
Now we slide past each other like eels
meet in the water.
And I know it ain't easy but God make it
easier than this!
Who will be the Rider?
Who will be the Rider?
Take it or leave me, take it or leave me
Here. Take it or leave me, take it or leave me
here.
We sense one another by the playing back
tapes of our voices.
The deceptive night laughing and the
placards read of pleasures prepared.
I'm sure that if you rode closer I could
spot just the way that you feel.
I can't entertain hideouts when you're the
last clip on Pegasus wing.
Who will be the Rider?
Who will be the Rider?
Who will be the Rider?
Who will be the Rider?
Take it or leave me, take it or leave me
Here. Take it or leave me, take it or leave me
her
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Colosseum Fatigue
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Colosseum Fatigue
The wheels turn at the Alba County crossing,
Wheels turn, and I'm holding out for a
Kinder voice, I ruminate on a kinder voice.
One by one the passengers are going, except
An angel who tells me how she's what I need,
But she's only an angel of fatigue.
But I was born in a deep-seated yellow
And my eyes they couldn’t see
Take my hand and walk beside me
My colosseum fatigue, my coliseum fatigue, my coliseum fatigue
The monolith of hype we grind to a halt at,
And caress it, now we are the same we're
Duly crowned, and profanities speak profound.
But I was born in a deep-seated yellow
And my eyes they couldn’t see
Take my hand and walk beside me
My colosseum fatigue, my colosseum fatigue, my colosseum fatigue
But I was born in a deep-seated yellow
And my eyes they couldn’t see
Take my hand and walk beside me
My colosseum fatigue, my colosseum fatigue, my colosseum fatigue
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Laying Under River
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Laying Under River
Laying under river on the hot afternoon,
we stay from the dead rains.
High automatic to the nuclear war, the
burning of the coal train.
Lines through the gravel, incoherent who
knows, I know what they could say.
Quiet at the back of the restless divide, a
labyrinth to their way.
Come, come along, come along with me
For so long have we seen, have we been
them, laying under river.
Long, have we been, have we seen
them, laying under river.
Power is the stone crushed under chariot
wheels, and passes still on fire.
The fireworks factory torn under unhappy
skies, it's getting too close to the wire.
Come, come along, come along with me
For so long have we been, have we seen
them, laying under river.
Long, have we been, have we seen
them, laying under river
Long, have we seen, have we been, laying under river
Long, have we seen, have we been them, laying under river
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Guillotine (Crunch Radio Acoustic Session)
Guillotine moving through the air, hands running through your hair,
I can see you there, I could feel your stare.
Guillotine, call it what you will, get closer I’ll hurt you still;
Closet dreams we kill, call it what you will.
Guillotine comes down, Guillotine comes down!
Guillotine moving through the air, hands running through your hair,
I can see you there, I could feel your stare.
Guillotine, call it what you will, get closer I’ll hurt you still;
Closet dreams we kill, call it what you will.
Guillotine comes down, Guillotine comes down!
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Gaslights for Luther
04:20
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Gaslights for Luther
The park gates are so wide: they'll not lock me inside.
I'm here to see an old friend l'd like to dignify, the theatre
tower looks as if it's leaning from the sky.
The demand of circles, in life adventure, sought me to leave
here and confuse her.
Luther's girl was so still; she’ll let me in I know she will.
She took her name from the ‘Hands of Jeanne-Marie' but to
her lovers she kept it just Marie.
And upstairs dying was my double existence, he had no
electric, he had no chance.
Light the Gaslights for Luther
Light the Gaslights for Luther
Light the Gaslights for Luther
Light the Gaslights for Luther
Luther was so clean, so true; he led my life from a different
view.
I knelt at his bed and said he'd done me proud, but like
through the depths of hateful armies my only thought
would speak aloud;
I cannot touch you, I can't even deal with you, I watched him
go and led to the girl to her room.
Light the Gaslights for Luther
Light the Gaslights for Luther
Light the Gaslights for Luther
Light the Gaslights for Luther
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Pigment in the Rally (Crunch Radio Acoustic Session)
Ride away to canyon Blaze Falls, I'll wait for you till morning
But I never rode for time I hope you don't mind I look older.
I entered this room yet realized quite soon, you'd never made it
I lay on the bed as the mercury read it was getting colder
So let it be known to you, I'm not carrying this heart in two.
And will it belong to you, as the Rally has burnt you through.
I remembered she'd had a kid, with a china white crib for it to die in.
But I knew it had lived to realize the myth of a mother.
I fell in love in Ash Strand state of mind, I was no-one
Now I found you child, l'm the reason your with no other.
So let it be known to you, I'm not carrying this heart in two.
And will it belong to you, as the Rally has burnt you through
Healthy young kids, he raises never to live but should never know
that
Della Cales your supplies are weeping inside many backgrounds.
Through opulent eyes there you stare like a king as I stop you
The heartbeat machine switched on to panic dreams for me to break
down.
So let it be known to you, I'm not carrying this heart in two.
And will it belong to you, as the Rally has burnt you through
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The Great Depression
03:57
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Everybody's talking 'bout The Great Depression
The winners and losers of 1937 pack their bags, burn their
homes in the sun.
All my friends their faces have, a cold expression
Yeah I guess it's how we're living in the quiet generation that
makes you and me who we are.
In the sun we dance, to make the time away
In the sun we fall, and spill the hurt away.
Someone might be thinking 'bout their Great Depression
The dust settles nicely on an empty heart that' s crying to be
heard before papa goes insane.
Look at those trucks a-rolling now in great succession
Every family wears a smile that we'll have trouble to relate to,
cause I guess maybe we are just depressed.
In the sun we dance, to make the time away
In the sun we fall, and spill the hurt away.
Everybody's talking 'bout The Great Depression
The winners and losers of 1937 pack their bags, burn their
homes in the sun.
All my friends their faces have, a cold expression
Yeah I guess it's how we're living in the quiet generation that
makes you and me who we are.
In the sun we dance, to make the time away
In the sun we fall, and spill the hurt away.
Someone might be thinking 'bout their Great Depression
The dust settles nicely on an empty heart that' s crying to be
heard before papa goes insane.
Look at those trucks a-rolling now in great succession
Every family wears a smile that we'll have trouble to relate to,
cause I guess maybe we are just depressed.
In the sun we dance, to make the time away
In the sun we fall, and spill the hurt away.
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One Minute to Know
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One Minute to Know
Lost what I need, and you knew that I had, don’t you be any longer
White station wall, shoes down on the track, and the clock stops on the 12th hour
I haven’t the power.
I’m a name on a birthday card, a picture in my mother’s purse, a story like everyone else’s
Another dance to be shared, to a new band you might love, its just these things don’t happen so often, never too often.
And you know, one to minute to go, though it scares you that’s only natural
That clock was too slow, one minute to know, one minute to know, you keep rolling along.
Threw a stone down on the line, didn’t crumble didn’t break, and I waved as that train just sped by me
I’m tear rolling down your face, a coin rolling down an open road, stops only when it just has to, rolling along.
And you know, one to minute to go, though it scares you that’s only natural
That clock was too slow, one minute to know, one minute to know, you keep rolling along.
And you know, one to minute to go, though it scares you that’s only natural
That clock was too slow, one minute to know, one minute to know, you keep rolling along.
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Straight after the Night was Over
It's the morning, silence waits on empty road
And in warning, ships in twisted light corrode
If I knew that, if I knew you were alright
Oh no, we'd walk the shoreline till l go.
Gunsmith passing, shoots at rockpools, breaking free
Beauty lasting, hand so slightly memories.
And I know that there are times the pleader spies
On you, you're not crying but I do...
Straight after the night was over, she hid herself away, I wouldn't
know what i could say, about her today.
As the evening, adores the wailing, graceless night
Forever facing, smiling domes in troubled flight.
I have waited, as I reflect our precious time
So long, I was the odd man, now I'm gone.
Straight after the night was over, she hid herself away, I wouldn't
know what i could say, about her today.
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Every Man has his Prison (Crunch Radio Acoustic Session)
Yes, I hit my hands upon the ground, they hurt no more.
They show me the way, blind eyes from the days, I feel safer
this way, I'Il be ok.
Still, the whistlers heard beneath the walls of fury made.
One season we share, to be free I wont dare, you'll forget
and won't care what I’m saying.
Every man, every man, every man has his prison
Every man, every man, every man has his prison
And it won't go till you get home.
Every man, every man, every man has his prison
Every man, every man, every man has his prison
And it won't go, and it won't go, till you get home.
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The Shaker Heights Oxford, UK
The Shaker Heights are an indie electro-rock band, originally from Aylesbury and Oxford, consisting of Vincent Coole
(vox/guitars), Andrew Brown (bass), Emily Dover (keys) and Richard Dorrell (drums).
The band’s catalogue includes well-received albums/Eps Magna Doors (2007), Collapses (2017) & Little White Doll (2011), and crowd-favourite singles Body, Sitting in the Fire and Out the Blue.
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