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I Am Kloot
I Am Kloot


Background information
Origin Manchester, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Wall Of Sound
Skinny Dog Records
The Echo Label
Associated acts Elbow
Website Website
Members
John Bramwell
Peter Jobson
Andy Hargreaves



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I Am Kloot Album


BBC Radio 1 John Peel Sessions (10/30/2006)
10/30/2006
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Hell for leather, lathered, drunk, you’re soused,
You’re pissed, you’re sunk,
The juke box now is drunk, just along the way,.
I had a call last
Saturday to say I’d thrown
My friends away, reversed the charges
On them all,
I made a lot of calls.

Is there a storm coming or are we just another shower,
Is this a storm warning,
Has someone just cut the power, is there a storm coming
Or are we just another shower,
Is there a storm coming, coming, coming.

I would have kept you free from harm rang the bells or
Raised alarms, I would have kept
Them all at bay except I thought I heard you say,
You’re the leper boy you can’t come in
The monkey god is now you’re king, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out,
You’re in, you’re out.

Is there a storm coming or are we just another shower,
Is this a storm warning,
Has someone just cut the power, is there a storm coming
Or are we just another shower,
Is there a storm coming, coming, coming.

. . .


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

. . .



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.


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Feel so straight, and look so slow
But just you wait 'til I get you home
I saw you laughing on a TV show
Didn't think you'd know, all colours lead to black
Say you cant let go, and then you're never coming back.

Watch yourself when you talk to me
Cuz I've got you and 86 TV's
And all those words that they made up for me
And what I thought they'd be
The radio's are red
They made a mess of me
So now I'm walking home instead.

Sweet like apples, I pulled you
Reminds me of the things we said we'd do
Now all those words that they made up for you
Could never pull you through
The greed and all the gain
They made a mess of you
And now you'll never be the same

I'd love to say I'd like to thank you all
But I have not the gaul, the wisdom or the guile
You walked into that ball
And then you disappeared in style.

On 86 TV's, On 86 TV's, On 86 TV's, On 86 TV's,


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You think you’re lovely, I know that you’re wrong.
God made me ugly, so don’t string me along.
Give me the good stuff, I’ll leave you the rest,
Send me the good stuff and I’ll put you to the test,
I’m going to

Stop messing around, cos what have you found
On the dirty ground.

You think I’m stupid and I know that you’re right,
Or else why would I lie here in this big hollow night.
Did god make it easy, so easy on you,
Were you sent here to please me, well it won’t
Ge tyou through, cos I’m going to

Stop messing around, cos what have I found
On the dirty ground.
You’re going to stop messing around, cos what
have you found on the dirty ground.
Are we going to stop, are we going to stop,
Are we going to stop?

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Do you dare
Take a breathe
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do

Do you wail
Do you weap
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower

And so what is love?
And who am I
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky

You were born
Forth from joy
You're every girl and boy
You know you are, you know you are

And you dress
Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours

And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky

You possess
S'avoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, you know you do

Do you dare
Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower

And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky

And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
From your favourite sky

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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

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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.


. . .


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...

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You know the faces, you know the places,
You know places where the faces fit

You always wanted, to never say it,
and now you wonder, well is this it?

I'm always screaming, dreaming
Strange without you, without you

You know the numbers, you dream in slumber,
You've got the faces and the photographs

You always want it, but never say it,
and now you wonder, well what do I have?

I'm always screaming, dreaming
strange without, without you

without you
strange without you
strange without you
without you
without you

strange without you
strange without you
strange without you
strange without you


. . .



Love, may have just come to bury me
But I'm not afraid of what I see
I'm not afraid of the world

Time, has gathered us here by coincidence
Thats why what I say doesn't make any sense

Life, may have just come to bury me
But I'm not afraid of what I see
I'm not afraid of the world

We, we're all gathered us here by coincidence
Thats why what we say doesn't make any sense

You, may have just come to carry me
Beyond the things I've ever seen
Love, may have just come to bury me

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