Британская группа The Klaxons выступит в магазине TOPMAN

Golden Skans

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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 her 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.
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.

ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh
ooooooo ahhhh

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.
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
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

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Four Horsemen Of 2012

Theres a half-man, half-horse, who still pollutes my thoughts as he rides on a flame in the sky
He comes through the centuries with me on his engines.
The kids and the cats watch him fly.
Please catch that half-horse as he murders my thoughts with fragments of flames anyway
Half-man, half-horse as he still pollutes my thoughts he rides on a flame in the sky

Four Horsemen twenty-twelve...
Klaxons not centaurs!

Theres a half-man, half-horse, who still pollutes my thoughts as he rides on a flame in the sky
He comes through the centuries with me on his engines.
The kids and the cats watch him fly.
Please catch that half-horse as he murders my thoughts with fragments of flames anyway
Half-man, half-horse as he still pollutes my thoughts he rides on a flame in the sky

Four Horsemen twenty-twelve...
Klaxons not centaurs!