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Clocks, Part 3
01:37
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Josefina wakes with the sun
She smiles as she feels it
And the sunlight shows her
All the things that she needs are there
In her one hundred years, what has she seen?
What will she leave?
And everything she sees
She casts in the warm stone
If it's peace on earth
Or what each one of us is worth
In your one hundred years, what you will see?
In my one hundred years, what will I see?
What will I leave?
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I want a quieter movie
Something cut slower
Something less eager
I was Julia, I think her name was Julia
Pretty sure it was Julia
Let's say Julia
I want Julia in 1985
Sheepskin coat, patterned tights
I want Julia and me to see a movie
One that makes me kiss her
I never did
With Denholm Elliott as the hero
Denholm Elliott as the rogue
Denholm Elliott as the butler
And Wendy Padbury as the girl
Denholm Elliott as the landlord
Donald Pleasance as the chaplain
Denholm Elliott cares too much
Wendy Padbury's given in
Denholm steps off a train
He wears a rain mac, he wears brogues
It's a branch line station in 1966
Wendy meets him, wearing T-bar shoes
With Denholm Elliott as the hero
Denholm Elliott as the rogue
Denholm Elliott as the butler
Wendy Padbury as the girl
Denholm Elliott as the landlord
Donald Pleasance as the chaplain
Denholm takes Wendy in his arms
And whispers
"Please be calm"
We can film these dreams as split-screens
You break our hearts with CGI
I want the celluloid to fade as I get older
And Denholm to sing me lullabies
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Clocks, Part 2
01:43
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A straight white line through the east coast night
A voice on the telephone
An old man passes from us
Let's get these bodies home
The coastal road splits the morning air
Takes the salt out of the waves
Hold my hand, kiss me
Before we run out of days
And if I pass away from you
Throw me to the sea
Don't look back at the darkened waves
That take me underneath
And old man at the end
Of all the things he's done and seen
The old man at the edge of the sea
Half the world is on its knees
Waiting for the light
The other half is tooled up
Spoiling for a fight
And the east coast night
And the summer haze
Is all you'll ever need
Young men rise, old men fail
But never really leave
And if I pass away from you
Throw me to the sea
Turn your back on the darkened waves
That rise up to claim me
A straight white line
Through the east coast night
In the early summer haze
An old man and his grandson
Have a parting of the waves
If I pass away from you
Throw me to the sea
Don't look back at the rising waves
That take me underneath
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Twenty years, for twenty years
Snow falls, continually and endlessly
I’d trace my steps through country paths
Where snow falls, I’d carefully and tentatively
Navigate the lanes and back again
My solitary steps so delicate
Imperfectly from left to right
And gradually the snow each night
Erased my prints along the path
The distant lights of Montreal
Where night falls, but only if you want it to
You left me here, twenty years
Where snow falls, infinitely, silently
The footprints in the snow are mine alone
So picture my surprise to recognise
Fresh footprints in snow that matched your size and stride
They stopped abruptly, in mid-step
I had no choice, retrace the prints and follow the trail
I ran through the pathways
I followed the prints
The snow kicked round my feet like flakes of polystyrene packaging
I ran through the village
I slipped on the ice
I fell into the arms of someone that I thought was surely you
And how I hoped it was you but the trail went cold
I raced through the pavements
I ran the red lights
I couldn’t feel the cold or hear my heart beat fast with every stride
I clinged to the corners
I sprinted the straits
I saw the sillouette of someone that I thought was surely you
And how I hoped it was you
And after twenty years of silence
Twenty years full of endless snow and
Twenty years, now the trail has disappeared
And I’m so far from home
My boots are soaked and suddenly I feel the cold
Surrounding me like never before
I step so carefully so delicately
Footprints in snow, footprints in perfect snow
I tread so carefully so delicately
Footprints in snow, footprints in endless, perfect snow
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Clocks, Part 5
02:30
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A Little Orchestra UK
We're an indiepop orchestra led by Monster Bobby of The Pipettes, formed in February 2010. We play a variety of instruments
including violin, viola, bassoon, clarinet and flute.
We play original classical compositions and also enjoy accompanying bands. We have collaborated with a range of indiepop singers, including Darren Hayman, The Pipettes, Pocketbooks and Shirley Lee of Spearmint.
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