Clientele lyrics

mmmmmhwwwwrrrrrrr mrs jones mmmmmmnnnnnhhhhhh mmmmmmmm rain mmmmmeeehhhhhhhh hhhhhrrrrrrwwwhhhhhrr walking with mmmmtuuuuuuhhhhh monday monday monday hhhhhhhhwwwwwmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee

(p.s. i like the clientele)

-- zen koan

-- generations of zen masters

The Violet Hour

terraces that climb like vines

towards the moon

the five a sides

the evening inter-city lights

I see your face each time I close my eyes



Jude I told you yesterday that I know nothing

all my friends are loaded & they smile

picking up the pieces from a bleary night away

exhaust fumes, magnolias & light



Helen in the art-class light

yes I guess that if I stay, I'll stay all night

& I know that you're not afraid

but every time I close my eyes I see your face



walking down to Springfield Park uneasy in the haze

uneasy in the sunlight & the quiet

living life without love in your mother's waiting room

minute here by minute it's like dying



terraces that climb like vines

towards a moon that hangs above another night

& streets so filled with echoing

you're so tired that you believe in everything



so that summer came & went & I became cold

yeah I became cold

yeah I became cold



so that summer came & went & I became cold

yeah I became cold

ah I became cold







Voices in the Mall



talking with your friends another night

well I guess I'll love you when you're tired

I'll love you when you're tired


& evening in the schoolrooms & the park

since I failed to reason with my heart

to reason with my heart



& now a watercolour night

has drenched the birches & the black canal

the voices in the mall



the longing of the voices in the mall

back in nowhere

safe back in nowhere now





When you & I were young



we would press our white faces from the car

& the rain on the windows would run through the gathering dark



& the lampposts shone & dogs would run into the dying frame

where the park was glowing dimly through the silence of the lanes

& the radiators hum rose above the falling leaves

where so fragile & so young you had drifted into sleep



I've been for a walk

& every face I see seems to be mine

night-time comes

the birds have flown

a fever glows in every line



I love this season

this weary night

the flint the dreams the silent pines

the eeriness

is in the feeling

that I have finished everything



& a child from the school was running back to her car

& her white face cried she was deaf & afraid of the dark



& the whispering house grew still as we stared into the night

in the garden & the lamps & the window's fading light

& though Christmas was the same, we had seen another year

turning softly through the flames





Missing



on a night like this

you can't brush away

all the faces in the street

I've got so much longing in my heart

I can't even sleep



darling

there's a thick fog up ahead

the first time that I saw you

I couldn't say a thing

I walked in now, I walked in now

I walked in this room

I walked in with nothing

'cos spending time & money doesn't mean a thing

when the moon comes smiling through the trees

when the night has come like music to surround you

but you're missing



I picked her up at half past four

& felt the evening coming in her tired eyes

& everyone was leaving & the moment soon passed away



darling

there's a thick fog up ahead

the first time that I saw you

I couldn't say a thing

I walked in now, I walked in now

I walked in this room

I walked in with nothing

'cos spending time & money doesn't mean a thing

when the moon comes smiling through the trees

when the night has come like music to surround you

but you're missing





House on Fire



midnight coming back around

the summer heat that wears me out

is drifting through a firmament of cranes

& the friends I've left behind

are speechless in my sunlit mind

as through the door to summer

through the door to summer

they pass away



if there's a stillness in your eyes

the unreal city's closing all its summer doors on you tonight yeah

won't you step into the light

the arcades that have blossomed just

to fade into the shadows of the night

through all the trains still moving in my mind

the gas fire flares into the light

& I am in this house on fire

but I was only watching clouds go by



and we were old before our time

& we knew as we heard the fields just

singing in the quiet yeah

that one day the band would strike

a tune that carried us along

through city gardens, leaving in the heat

& all the deals & trials on Ganton Street

the gas fire flares into the light

& I am in this house on fire

but I was only watching clouds go by



I picked her up at half past four

the church hall in a haze

unreal as I could ever really be

& everyone was leaving & the moment passed away

& ended up inside my heart a dream



midnight coming back around

the summer heat that wears me out

is rising to my eyes behind the flames

I have come to disbelieve

exactly what I hear and see

as through the door to summer

through the door to summer

I pass away





Everybody's Gone



please don't say a thing

it's so simple just to let it all begin

& I bend my head to kiss your lips again

& stoop to touch your hand

it's half past eight

when I get home

so let the gas fire glow



everybody's gone

& the fever that lights up the empty room

floods the distance & the

emptiness between us like a miracle



your shoulders bare

your bed untouched

you haunted me so much



your make up on

your bed untouched

you haunted me so much







Porcelain



a darker garden this though pale with beauty

in the louring of the rain

how I long to break the silence

where the moths & tigers play



driving through the forest in the empty afternoon

a Japanese car stalled inside a glade

but the world is porcelain

yes, the world is porcelain



& the quiet nights with the friend who could not stay

left the future all sundazed



Alice Jude & Laura singing

all our friends have come to stay

they are laughing in the sunlight
where the criss-cross fountains play



sunlight on the empty house & sunlight on the fields

the cul-de-sac, the lawn, the tracks, the lane

but the world is porcelain

yes, the world is porcelain



still the evening will not come here

& the stones are cracked & warm

& the pool is filled with sunlight

still the evening will not come





Haunted Melody



basketballs bounce out of tune

the streets are empty & the moon

has shone on Mrs. Porter

& her daughter's soda water 'till they swoon



golden evenings pass me by

beneath a dream of darker eyes

& empty on a southbound train

through Battersea in glowing rain

I ride



oh the music is so loud

enchanting all the faltering crowd

to sing again their lonely melody



my heart is yours & I love you

you keep my mind as well

& sometimes here when I touch you

it's heaven & it's



so the years have passed me by

the library's shelves refract the light

& black & white will not make clear

the seasons & the reasons & my fear





Lamplight



it's dark & it's a long way down

she said as she lay her head

on the pillow



I took one step back

& I retired

to evening



& the movie made me feel as if I wasn't here at all

& I drove home & I wound up all the windows in my car

in the lamplight I breathe

but the dark is falling in the garden over everything



John I'm waiting for a morning filled with sunlight

when we can both drive away

shake the dust right off my shoes

with younger friends & skies of blue like yesterday



John I'm waiting for a morning filled with sunlight

when we can both drive away

laughing friends & silent rides

& all the lovers that we lost are found again



I've been out walking in the verges & the quiet

through all the traffic & the movement of the night

& the lamplight froze

stopping so suddenly

hearing the dim radio





The House Always Wins



so wake up

& smell the scent on your skin

the night breathes

easily, the subway's wind

carries me back, brings me all the way back in



here's a car that we can drive

come on get in

through the night that rolls in every room

you're too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend

lord I'll be coming round so soon



& I see the sad young friend has gone away

with his promises his speeches & his poems

but the fields have drifted in to fill his space

like ghosts

like ghosts



here's a car that we can drive come on get in

through the night that rolls in every room

you're too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend

lord I'll be coming round so soon

lord



& I remember afternoons inside your mother's house

us skipping school & getting high inside

but I can't even think about it anymore I can't fit

my words inside



the afternoons were grey & overwhelming as they fell

to fused lamps & September's clarity

the way back home is lost to us forever in the night

& the leaves

the falling leaves



here's a car that we can drive come on get in

through the night that rolls in every room

you're too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend

lord I'll be coming round so soon

lord





Policeman Getting Lost



& I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home

to the west coast

& the Clerk Street morning

haunted by the figures of your friends



but if you get too tired

you can lay your hair across my pillow

the darkness coming quickly

at this time of the year


but you can lay your hands on me

if you like

Yeah you can lay your hands on me

for a while



that night inside the fog

I saw a policeman getting lost

ps - i love the clientele. and can we all agree that it is pronounced clEEE-in-tele.

rain rain rain longing wispy metaphor rain driving walking walking rain rain rain

― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Saturday, April 17, 2004

i lol'ed, but clientele lyrics are very moving (to me, at least).

riding my bike on the deserted canal path, in the four new inches of snow, in the moonlight, 16 deg F, christmas lights on the houses through the trees, i felt like i was just floating on music, and

there's a phantom in my breath
there's a phantom in the gaps between my bones

yes, there was.