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Stranded on the Path (EP)

by The Clouded Lights

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Borrowed hearts on broken streets Stand on platforms whispering sweet nothings Turning for applause by the disused mill They fan the flames while the children sleep They warm their hands when the town’s on fire Borrowed hearts With more faces than a dice Out roll their alibis Iago moves tonight With moves cast iron learnt by the mirror They talk of peace, declare war on terror Plastic souls and hollow minds Something to say to pass the time They warm their hands when the world’s on fire Borrowed hearts They put their arms around your shoulder I’m crumbling in the corner They send their best But these borrowed hearts leave them in debt Of love and all feeling Borrowed hearts With more faces than a dice They build a palace of lies They send their best But these borrowed hearts leave them in debt Of love and all meaning As we wait in line in heaven’s queue
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In your place this Summer there was silence An empty market stall where our eyes played Circling daily past the regular dull shops and bars I wonder how business is in whichever continent you’re in You see, I cradled these words in my sleep every night They seemed too naked for the light of day But now I stand by the old spot you bartered with the world Ready to throw my words like dice Your silence has now drifted into Autumn And the winds carry dead leaves yet not one sign So I hope the open road is working out for you I stopped for the traffic, now I’m froze with only memories of you You see, I’m stranded on the path looking over my shoulder I see a mirage fading from view Beneath the rhythm of the sun, after crossing the abyss, We sit with peace between our eyes And as I stand in your old spot and barter with the world My fate smothers me like an eclipse The temptation to settle for less Fuels the chagrin in my soul For in this life we have barely spoke Before the clouds move in for good Hope I’ll find something of worth For in this life we may never get close
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There’s three more steps to the top of the stairs And after that I’m not sure where There may be a skyline beyond where I’ve paid Though I can’t see nothing but an ocean of shade My, it’s grubby here The tears and the smoke Fill my drifting mind There’s one escape so… Could someone switch a light on? So I can finally get away And saunter down the tarmac street Through the confused, lonely, bitter, joyful haze Disaffected youths dance around in despair Bouncing off the walls like they just don’t care Dreaming of a time when the light doesn’t fade So they don’t stumble over what is in their way The flicker of a light A warm sensation Yellow, flowered fields The release of tension Could someone switch a light on? So I can finally get away And saunter down the tarmac streets Through the confused, lonely, bitter, joyful haze Could someone switch a light on? So I can finally get away And stagger down the tarmac street Through the confused, lonely, bitter, ruinous haze Could someone switch a light on? Could someone switch a light on? Could someone switch a light on? Could someone switch a light on me?
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Endgame 03:05
It’s her perfume that stings his eyes He went in blind, now he can’t see nothing Even on a serene Spring day The chains crank when he walks He makes a pittance sweeping factory floors And all we do is sigh The train roars in but the doors stay shut He can’t climb a tree without branches Where will he go? Where will he go? Where will he go? Where will he go? The stale air makes him gip, “I cannot breathe and the bridge is beckoning” Even on this mild Summer’s day The train roars in but the doors stay shut He can’t climb a tree without branches With a compass to hand he’s kicking stones Last night he stopped feigning a smile Where will we go? Where will we go? Where will we go? Where will we go? Perhaps he shouldn’t have opened his eyes And kept them closed while he drowned Now his head’s above the parapet He’s looking on, he’s moving on

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Released 01/12/2016

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released December 1, 2016

The Clouded Lights (Cunliffe, Heaton, Parkin, Swift)

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The Clouded Lights Cleckheaton, UK

Formed on a wet and windy night by four Yorkshire lads with a passion for jangly guitars and dreamy melodies, The Clouded Lights combine poignant lyrics, sugary guitar licks, throbbing basslines and soul-shaking drums to create their own unique brand of moody indie rock. ... more

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