Lament

by Club Smith

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    1st Single from debut Club Smith album "Appetite for Chivalry" - Includes audio from the Lament Music Video - a Live performance with a special ensemble band of 20 performers at Hyde Park Picture House, Leeds - see www.youtube.com/joinclubsmith

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1st Single from debut Club Smith album "Appetite for Chivalry" - Includes audio from the Lament Music Video - a Live performance with a special ensemble band of 20 performers at Hyde Park Picture House, Leeds - see www.youtube.com/joinclubsmith

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released September 4, 2012

Label: ASR
Marketed and Distributed by Tri-Tone / PIAS UK

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Track Name: Lament
While lamenting all the lack of, all those thoughts above my station,
I keep hold of air…still fragrant from when she was there…giving life to fascination
I can hear the same things, you know I can mould the same dreams,
I’m nothing more, still nothing less…so what’s the test?
There’s nothing, there’s nothing…and seeing’s not believing any more
While cementing all my thirst for, all that useless information,
I keep lines to share…or to say I was nearly there…
Still free from alienation I can hear the same things, you know I can mould the same dreams,
I’m nothing more, still nothing less…so what’s the test?
There’s nothing, there’s nothing…and seeing’s not believing any more
With pointed eyes and baited breath, I wait for her
I wait for her
Track Name: Lament - Live at Hyde Park Picturehouse (with Friends)
While lamenting all the lack of, all those thoughts above my station,
I keep hold of air…still fragrant from when she was there…giving life to fascination
I can hear the same things, you know I can mould the same dreams,
I’m nothing more, still nothing less…so what’s the test?
There’s nothing, there’s nothing…and seeing’s not believing any more
While cementing all my thirst for, all that useless information,
I keep lines to share…or to say I was nearly there…
Still free from alienation I can hear the same things, you know I can mould the same dreams,
I’m nothing more, still nothing less…so what’s the test?
There’s nothing, there’s nothing…and seeing’s not believing any more
With pointed eyes and baited breath, I wait for her
I wait for her