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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Fitzpatrick
Andrew Fitzpatrick
Synthesizer
Brooklyn Youth Chorus
Brooklyn Youth Chorus
Choir
Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
Choir
CJ Camerieri
CJ Camerieri
Flugelhorn
Christian Warner
Christian Warner
Vocals
Graham Tolbert
Graham Tolbert
Vocals
Hideaki Aomori
Hideaki Aomori
Alto Saxophone
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Vocals
Matt McCaughan
Matt McCaughan
Drums
Mike Lewis
Mike Lewis
Tenor Saxophone
Mike Lewis
Mike Lewis
Bass Guitar
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Programming
Psymun
Psymun
Sampler
Randy Pingrey
Randy Pingrey
Trombone
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Violin
Ross Garren
Ross Garren
Harmonica
Tim Albright
Tim Albright
Trombone
Toni Pierce‐Sands
Hand Claps
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Songwriter
Brad Cook
Brad Cook
Songwriter
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Composer
Trever Hagen
Trever Hagen
Songwriter
JT Bates
JT Bates
Songwriter
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Songwriter
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Producer
Chris Messina
Chris Messina
Producer
Brad Cook
Brad Cook
Producer
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Additional Engineer
Bella Blasko
Bella Blasko
Additional Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Jerry Ordoñez
Jerry Ordoñez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Additional Engineer
Zach Hanson
Zach Hanson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

More love More love More love All along 'em I can hear me I go for the caste I fall off a bass boat And the concrete's very slow And the concrete's very slow All along the sideline's bigger I'm over the dash I'm havin' a bad, bad toke But the berries still to come All along them I can hear ya I can hear, I can hear I can hear, I can hear crying (I can hear) I can hear cry (Crying) I can hear, I can hear (Crying) I can hear, I can hear crying (I can hear, I can hear) All along me I can hear you I'd occupy that Can't sit back long while you're formin' that Oh, my mind our kids got bigger But I'm climbin' down the bastion now You take me out to pasture now Well, I won't be angry long Well, I can't be angry long We burnt up in my bed Standing on the mattress, Laul Laul, can't we just patch this up? And I cannot seem to carry it all All along we, I can hear me I can hear, I can hear I can hear, I can hear crying (I can hear) I can hear cry (Crying) I can hear, I can hear I can hear, I can hear crying I can hear crying I can hear, I can hear I can hear, I can hear crying I can hear cry I can hear, I can hear I can hear, I can hear crying All around me I can hear 'em So what is gonna happen now? If you don't look away What's there to pontificate on now? There's someone in my head Tell them I'll be passing on Tell them we're young mastodons And it can't be that it's all And it can't be that it's all I'm telling you that I do feel ya It's suddenly paths, mama It ain't about class, mama And it won't be very long Oh, it won't be very long Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey (I can hear) I can hear (Crying) I can hear, I can hear (Crying, crying) I can hear (I can hear crying) (Crying, crying)
Writer(s): Noah D. Goldstein, Brandon John Burton, Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Trevor Thomas Hagen, Timothy Page O'brien, James Thomas Bates, Gary Tolbert Nicholson, Brad Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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