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Doves
Doves


Background information
Origin Manchester, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
New prog
Post-Britpop
Years active 1998—present
Label(s) Heavenly Records
Associated acts Sub Sub
Website Website
Members
Jez Williams
Jimi Goodwin
Andy Williams



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Doves Album


Lost Sides (09/29/2003)
09/29/2003
1.
2.
3.
4.
Meet Me At The Pier (instrumental)
5.
6.
Crunch (instrumental)
7.
Zither (instrumental)
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
1.
Words (Echoboy Remix)
2.
N.Y. (Chris Coco Remix)
3.
M62 Song (Four Tet Mix)
4.
The Sulphur Man (Rebelski Remix)
5.
Last Broadcast (Magnet Remix)
6.
Where We're Calling From (Hebden Bridge Remix)
7.
Satellites (Soulsavers Remix)
. . .



Walk inside, gets noticed 
Fears conspire, they won't go away 
And I know, and I see, you'll be breaking hearts again 

You break me gently 
Break me gently 
Break me gently 

Break my fall in vain 
Pain won't go, rest in peace 
And I look, and I see, you could be breaking souls again 

And I see me, break me gently 
Break me gently 
Break me gently

. . .


Bad snow freeze my throat
And numbs my soul
Eats me whole to pick me up
That's where you know
Free to go
You call the Jones
Makes me old before I'm old
It's all you love
Deep inside I know you love
The less the I seem to know you love

Bad snow numbs my throat
And leaves me dry leaves me dry
Leaves me barely whole
Down to the wire
Rock gone cold
You caught a cold
Like so many times before its all you
love
Deep inside I go you love
The less the I seem to know you love

Here now, deep inside I go
Here now


. . .


Back, I'm back in town
In which we're stuck, I couldn't get
out
And that old man, will soon be us
Now if we're too late
Not if we can't escape

All of my time,
you were on my mind
And all of my thoughts,
you're so hard to find

And your shadow, it lay across his life

Time, a time in the past
We couldn't care less, wanted to live
fast
And our old house, I can't find
'Cause it ain't there
'Cause it ain't there, it's gone
All of my time,
you were on my mind
And all of my love,
you're so hard to find

And your shadow, it lay across my life,
my life


. . .

Meet Me At The Pier

[No lyrics]

. . .



Drive with me,
do the things you won't believe
Drive with me,
past the city and down to sea

Crushing Dreams
Leave me be, I cannot sleep

Drive with me,
do the things you won't believe
Drive with me,
past the city and down to sea

Crushing Dreams
Leave me be, I cannot sleep

Oh, it's the pain
It's ingrained in me
Oh, soothe my pain

. . .

Crunch

[No lyrics]

. . .

Zither

[No lyrics]

. . .


On the day the bailiffs came
Took the keys away, took their home
away
And honestly, they feel the shame
They couldn't forsee it, they couldn't
believe it
And in the hills, looked over fields
It's such a secret, and who would
believe it

It's a great day for the valleys
It's a great day for them all

She takes her time, sings all alone
No-one believed her
She made the tea, left all the keys
She's such a seeker, and no-one
believed her

It's a great day for the valleys
It's a great day for them all
It's a great day, it's a new day
For them all


. . .


Fuck Longsight
And Levenshulme
Same goes for Stockport and Hulme
We doing alright
Just post-house blues
Cos this is northenden in the afternoon

The kids are deranged
They love guns and kidnap
Thats just the way we do things here
The day dies down
Not a moment too soon
Under the northenden afternoon

Northenden afternoon

. . .


I hit the ground with the running at last
I didn't stop to look behind
Yeah, bad times are all in the past
I hit the ground with the running at last, all right

Ooooh, Yeah!
Ooooh, Yeah!
I hit the ground with the running at last

I said I can't wait to get in a car
Your foot's down, the city's so far
You're past the suburbs and speeding so fast
I hit the ground running at last

Ooooh, Yeah!
Ooooh, Yeah!
I hit the ground running at last

The light's still spinning upon your eyes
I hit the brakes, it's the end of line
You're way past the suburbs and speeding so fast
I hit the ground running at last

Ooooh, Yeah!
Ooooh, Yeah!
I hit the ground with the running at last
I hit the ground with the running at last

. . .


Heigh ho! Who is there?
No one but me, my dear.
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll give to you.
A stroke as gentle as a feather
I'll catch a rainbow from the sky
And tie the ends together.
Heigh ho! I am here
Am I not young and fair?
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll show to you.
Would you have a wond'rous sight
The midday sun at midnight?
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your head
How a maid can milk a bull!
And every stroke a bucketful.

. . .


If you should fall
If you should fall
far from grace

If you should call
on him
wake up to the music again
you can feel sunlight
in your eyes

living is so useless 'round here
the city's so dangerous
on your own

how beauty dies young

but if you should fall
oh, if you should flow
from grace
how beauty
beauty fades

if you should fold
if you should fail
far from grace
far from grace

oh, oh beauty
you could know

. . .



Inside is 
A heart of summer soul 
Don't let them 
Take it away 

Cause inside 
Something solid gold 
So don't let them 
Throw it away 

Words they meant nothing 
So you can't hurt me 
I said words they mean nothing 
So you can't stop me 

I said your eyes, they say nothing 
So you can't hurt me 
On summer days like these 
I said words they mean nothing 
So you can't hurt me 

Follow 
Your own path from here 
So don't listen 
To what they say 

Cause inside 
You have a heart of gold 
So don't let them 
Take this away 

Words they meant nothing 
So you can't hurt me 
On summer days like these 
I said words they mean nothing 
So you can't stop me 

I said your eyes, they say nothing 
So you can't fault me 
I said words they mean nothing 
So you can't hurt me 

Inside 
A heart of pure soul 
A sun rising 
And falling away, like your soul 

Cause here comes 
Something wonderful 
So don't let them 
Throw it away 

Words they meant nothing 
So you can't hurt me 
On summer days like these 
I said words they mean nothing 
So you can't stop me 
On summer days like these 

I said your eyes, they say nothing 
So you can't stop me 
On summer days like these 
I said words they mean nothing 
So you can't hurt me

. . .



They're throwing rocks and paving stones 
So let's go while we can 
Put your finger on the map 
Who cares where it lands 
Cause we're all better off in New York

On the road and out of town 
We're moving on again 
Everything they say is true 
This city is insane 
Every possibility 
Nothing's left to chance 
They're throwing rocks and paving stones 
Who says it has to last 

On the run 
Till we're caught in New York 
Cause we're all better dead 
Than be caught 
Maybe best not to talk 
Till New York 
Cause we're all better off 
In New York 

On the run 
Till we're caught in New York 
Cause we're all better off 

In New York 

On the run 
Till we're caught 
In New York 

On the run 
Till we're caught 
In New York 

On the run 
Till we're caught 
In New York

. . .



Moonshine 
I'm waiting for a love that never comes 
Moonshine 
Wishing for a time that never was 

I'm waiting for a time 
For truth to call 
I'm waiting for a sign 
To show me all 
I'm waiting for my love 

Moonshine 
Drinking to a love that's gone on by 
Moonshine 
Look into the stars as cars go by 

I'm waiting for a time 
For truth to call 
I'm waiting for a sign 
To show me all 
I'm waiting for my love 

I'm waiting for a time 
For truth to call 
I'm waiting for a sign 
To show me all 
I'm waiting for my love 
Waiting for my love 
Waiting for my love 

Moonshine 
I'm waiting for a love that never comes

. . .



Fate 
Brought you 
Brought you next to ghosts 
They 
Talk in code 
Looking for the way out 
I hope, I hope 
I hope you want to live a day 
And learn to cope 
I hope you find what matters 

Through the streets and on your own 
Almost lost and almost gone 
We'll be looking all we can 
We'll be searching for the sulphur man 

Pills stop you 
Stopped you feeling life 
Fall 
Into a home 
Sympathy and all 
A soul in tatters 
A soul as black as coal 
I hope, I hope 
I wish you could find what matters 

Through the streets and on your own 
Almost lost and almost home 
We'll be looking all we can 
We'll be looking for the sulphur man 

Through the streets and on your own 
Almost lost and almost home 
We'll be looking all we can 
We'll be searching for the sulphur man 

Through the streets and on your own 
Almost lost and almost home 
We'll be looking all we can 
We'll be searching for the sulphur man

. . .



I was thinking about what you said 
I was thinking about shame 
The funny thing how you said 
Cause it's better not to stay 
Sure enough if you feel nothing 
You're better off this way 
Gets to the point where you can't breathe 
It's the last word 
I can see it standing 

So here we are 
At the last broadcast 
Here we are 
Our last broadcast 

Sun on faces made us feel alive 
The colours of the sky 
Southern trees, made us enemies 
Who knows the reason why? 
You can't escape yourself 
You can't just fall away 
It comes to the point when you feel nothing 
This is the last time 
Cause I can see it in your eyes 

So here we are 
At the last broadcast 
Here we are 
Our last broadcast 

This is 
The last broadcast 
Here we are 
Our last broadcast

. . .

Where We're Calling From

[No lyrics]

. . .



I want you to know this 
My anger's all but done 
Sweet Lord 
I swear I've seen the darkness 
Sweet Lord 
I swear I've seen some pain 

Satellites ahead 
So hold on 
Satellites I said 
So come on 

Here comes a strange cargo 
Here comes a light that leaves out of here 
Sweet Lord 
All I've known is badness 
Sweet Lord 
All I've known is pain 

Satellites ahead 
So hold on 
Satellites I said 
So come on 
For seven nights I slept 
Hold on 
The satellites ahead 
So come on 

I want you to notice 
My anger's all but done 
And all I've known is madness 

Satellites ahead 
So hold on 
For seven nights I slept 
So come on 

So hold on 
So come on 
So hold on 
So come on

. . .


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