Tindersticks is the name of a chamber popband from Nottingham, England. Their sound is characterized by a synthesis of orchestral backing, lounge jazz, and soul; the lush orchestrations of multi-instrumentalist Dickon Hinchliffe and the smoky baritone of lead vocalist Stuart Staples are the band's hallmarks. Tindersticks have employed electric guitars, as most rock bands have done, but augment their instrumentation with a wide array of instruments: Rhodes piano, glockenspiel, vibraphone, violin, trumpet, trombone, clarinet, bassoon, Hammond organ, and many more are prominently utilized in the music of Tindersticks. See the band's site at . now, it's free and you will discover so much great music :) Upload Your MusicFor ArtistsFor LabelsWidgetsDownload Last.fmImage ChartsPlugins & ExtrasData FeedsBlog Badges & LogoTop ChartsWeekly Top ArtistsWeekly Top TracksOverall Tag ChartsFree DownloadsForumsWeb Site SupportLast.fm Client SupportFeedback and IdeasAbout UsContactAdvertiseTeamModeratorsCareersHelpFAQSupportWhat’s NewPrivacySubscribeRecent Updates.
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Tindersticks

Theres the same hotel, and we can go there now
We can go there now if you want to
Through the doors of that rented room
Yeah, we stumbled through
It was only hours
It seemd such a short while
We had no time to cry
Or sit and wonder why
We had so many things started to say
We had to get through
We tried the cinema
Within half an hour
We had to go find someplace else
Some more. . . you know
We tried a drinking bar
It gets so very hard
And when the cab ride gets too long
We go fuck in the bathroom
We cant afford the time to sit and cry
Or to wonder why
Weve got so many things started to say
We had to get through
Through the doors of that rented room
Yeah, we stumbled through
We had so many things started to say
We had to get through
We cant afford the time to sit and cry
Or to wonder why
Weve got so many things started to say
We had to get through
We havent got the time for telling lies
Or to even try
Theres only days in between
Theres just tomorrow
Through the doors of that rented room
Yeah, we stumbled through
It was only hours it seemed such a short while
In those pillows all the feathers that hold all our dreams
Whispered at the scene
Now they just seem to float on a breeze
I could have wrapped that pillow around my head
Face down on the bed
I could have drowned in those so-called dreams