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Klaxons
Klaxons


Background information
Origin London, England, UK
Genre(s) New Rave
Indie Rock
Dance-punk
Years active 2005—present
Label(s) Polydor
Geffen Records
Ed Banger Records
Modular Recordings
Angular Recording Corporation
Website Website
Members
Jamie Reynolds
James Righton
Simon Taylor-Davis
Steffan Halperin
Former members
Finnigan Kidd



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Klaxons Album


Myths Of The Near Future (01/29/2007)
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"Two Receivers"

Krill-Edible oceans at their feet
A troublesome troupe out on safari
A Lullaby holds their drones in sleep

For tatteling clearly indiscreet
Five fallible flags in hybersonic
Are told to stay nearly out of reach

And in space two receivers turn away
Just in case two receivers turn away
To displace two receivers turn away
And in space

Submissions in outer regions pleased
A gathering of teens in old sargasso
Whose aim is to fall flat at their feet

While sat on a sparsely crowded beach
Marine noticed change in perfect timing
A widow to all but her pastiche

And in space two receivers turn away.
Just in case two receivers turn away.
To displace two receivers turn away.
And in space

Eternal flow strings to your bow
Roam through the globe
Eternal flow strings to your bow
Roam through the globe

. . .


Good thieves of burning cars encirle poisend rivers minds and hearts.
Horses want to dance but find their wings are damaged : water damaged
Gold is selling well but hurry mighty ocean rising fast
A big man with a Plan has got a storm a coming :

From Atlantis to INterzone
You start at the end and you end on your own.
From Atlantis to INterzone
You start at the edge and you end on the throne.

Yer dead man half alive who hangs from helping numbers 1.2.5.
His ears pricked with their knife hears that the east are coming west are coming
From Gravity's Rainbow ; the axis here is still unknown
The children's faces glow.
The wasteland guides them : wasteland guides them

. . .


Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand.

Set sail from sense, bring all your young.
Set sail from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand.

We sailed from sense, brought all our young.
We sailed from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand

. . .



Club 18 30 I met Julius Cesar
Lady Diana and mother teresa
Club 18 30 I met Julius Cesar
Lady Diana and mother teresa

Signs, I see them all the time
Time, a fraction of a sign

Serebella sitting on the totum timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
Hangmen also die, in famagusta's hive
Serebella sitting on the totum timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
Hangmen also die, in famagusta's hive

Club 18 30 I met Julius Cesar
Lady Diana and mother teresa
Club 18 30 I met Julius Cesar
Lady Diana and mother teresa

Signs, I see them all the time
Time, a fraction of a sign

Serebella sitting on the totum timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
Hangmen also die, in famagusta's hive
Serebella sitting on the totum timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
Hangmen also die, in famagusta's hive

Serebella sitting on the totum timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
Hangmen also die, in famagusta's hive
Serebella sitting on the totum timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
Hangmen also die, in famagusta's hive

. . .


"As Above, So Below"

Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes
And in the pockets ot the tide a meeting place by night

Sequin covered swans, that are used to make their own mosaics
A ceremony comes, nn exponential fate

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows
As above, so below

A whiporwhill will in flight, turns east towards westphalia
In search of lost time, with the magic of true light.

Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our theme park
And falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed in light.

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows
As above, so below

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows
As above, so below

Galloping galloping beams faster
Galloping galloping beams faster
Galloping galloping beams faster

Joining together and still faster
Joining together and still faster
Joining together and still faster
Joining together and still faster

Onwards past never and still faster
Always past never and still faster
Always past never and still faster

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Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll reach the isle of her
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll find the peacock's tail
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll steal the mother of pearl
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll eat the dancing girls

Cyclops gazing alone
Facing mirrors that show
The reflection, his own
Face to face

A hand on each of the oars
A hand on each of the oars
We're seven miles from shore
Just keep on going

Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll sail across dry lands
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll cut the grassy knoll
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll steal a single jewel
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll light(?)the crystal sword

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Come on with me through ruined LiPGLOCK
Accross Tangian deserts we'll FLOck
MADcap Medusa Flank my Foghorn
We'll change four seasons with our first born.

All ships of sense on HYPer ocean
All Kytes of chaos still in motion
My culture vulture such a DAB hand
I'll Steal you from the year 4000

Come with me, come with me
We'll travel to INFINITY
I'll always be there : Uh OH : My Future LOVE
I'll always be there, for you : My FUTUre Love

Your tears leave trails of TIK,VAN,LoofAutonoma : the rubix groom hoom
THose crippled lines that I can't get to
would fall through TIMe but i won't let you

Come with me

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"Forgotten Works"

The tomb crew bring sugar oil
We'll meet at the mirrored statue
Margaret my girl, standing on air
That is my name. That is my name.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

The tomb crew bring sugar oil
We'll meet at the mirrored statue
Margaret my girl, Standing on air
That is my name. That is my name.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

Tigers, in-boil
Forgotten works

Tigers, in-boil
Forgotten Works

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know something's going to happen.

. . .


Magick, without tears
Magick, without tears
Magick, without tears
The magick-al vaneer

The way to mother noose
The way to suck an egg
The way to golden dawn
The way to Koh Phangan

The glitter on the snow
the place to always go
Do what you will
Do what you will

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Oooh....

I'll live for you
I'd die for you
Do what you want me to
I'll cry for you
My tears will show
That I can't let you go

It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet
You still want me, don't you
It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet
Cos I can see through you
It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet

Don't let me down
Don't make a sound
Don't throw it all away
Remember me
So tenderly
Don't let it slip away

It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet
You still want me, don't you
It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet
Cos I can see through you
It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet

Ooooh...
Yeahh...

I'll live for you
I'd die for you
Do what you want me to
I'll cry for you
My tears will show
That I can't let you go

It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet
You still want me, don't you
It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet
Cos I can see through you
It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet
You still want me, don't you
It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet
Cos I can see through you
(Yeahh)

. . .



Oww!
Theres a halfman, half horse, as to still pollutes /runs my thoughts as he rides
on a flame in the sky.
He comes through the centuries with me on his entries.
The kids and the cats watch him fly.
Please catch that half horse as he murders my thoughts, with fragments of flames
anyway.
Halfman, half horse as as to still pollutes my thoughts as he rides on a flame
in the sky

Foooour hoooorse meeeen tweeeentyyy
Klaxons not centaurs! (ooow)

Wont you please catch that horse as he murders my thoughts.
I'm left with the fragments and flames

Wont you please catch that horse as he murders my thoughts, I'm left with the
fragments and flames

Foooour hoooorse meeeen tweeeentyyy
Klaxons not centaurs!

Theres a halfman half horse as to rides true my thoughts as he rides on a flame
in the sky.
He comes through the centuries with me on his entries.
The kids and the cats watch him fly

Theres a halfman half horse as to still pollutes my thoughts as he rides on a
flame in the sky.
He comes through the centuries with me on his entries.
The kids and the cats watch him fly

Foooour hoooorse meeeen tweeeentyyy
Klaxons not centaurs!

. . .


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