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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
DEADLETTER
DEADLETTER
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
George Ullyott
George Ullyott
Komponist:in
Will King
Will King
Songwriter:in
Zac Woolley
Zac Woolley
Songwriter:in
Alfie Husband
Alfie Husband
Komponist:in
Samuel Jones
Samuel Jones
Songwriter:in
Poppy Jacqueline Richler
Poppy Jacqueline Richler
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jim Abbiss
Jim Abbiss
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2:30 A.M. screaming bloody murder Beneath me family's fighting back Charging through the ceiling like the Light Brigade Until she does appear, fresh and rosy fingered Does not, has not any empathetic notions Crying out in the name of Jesus Christ; her mighty lord But that pounding of the door has me taken aback for sure How audacious can one really be? I'm trying to practise, you're trying to preach So let's hold hands And let the A.M. take us elsewhere And let the A.M. take us elsewhere And let the A.M. take us elsewhere And off shoots terror to wreak terror on the streets Perhaps you're too infatuated with the Almighty Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up! Make sure that blindfold's fitted, nice and tight And income interjections from an indiscernible antagonist I've never heard a bark out-bark itself in such a way The least you could do is shut the fucking window The draft brings in a chill, swiftly followed by no chill I'm trying to practise You are trying to preach So let's hold hands And let the A.M. take us elsewhere And let the A.M. take us elsewhere And let the A.M. take us elsewhere Sometimes life can be a gift horse You'd struggle to fabricate a tale With properties so uncanny, quite like This fiction, or should I say faction? I cannot believe my eyes, or ears when I think about it When attempts at steady progress Clash with howler monkey holiness I'm trying to practise, you are trying to preach So let's hold hands And let the A.M. take us elsewhere And let the A.M. take us elsewhere And let the A.M. take us elsewhere Well there goes the feeble sound of (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere) Circus, roll up, top hat clown (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere) Attempting to appease a beast (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere) Only the mouth of hell could sheath As plaster, wood, and motar shake (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere) And light bulb stammers at the quake The barrier of sound does break (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere) And open wide do heaven's gates The barrier of sound does break And open wide do heaven's gates Practise whilst you preach
Writer(s): William Alan King, Alfred Charles Husband, George Frederick Ullyott, Zachary Lawrence Woolley, Poppy Jacqueline Richler, Samuel Christopher Lance Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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