Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yard Act
Yard Act
Performer
Elton John
Elton John
Piano
Ali Chant
Ali Chant
Wurlitzer Piano
Samuel Shipstone
Samuel Shipstone
Electric Guitar
Ryan Needham
Ryan Needham
Bass Guitar
Richard Jones
Richard Jones
Viola
Eloisa-Fleur Thom
Eloisa-Fleur Thom
Violin
Kirsty Mangan
Kirsty Mangan
Violin
Maddie Cutter
Maddie Cutter
Cello
Bill Ryder-Jones
Bill Ryder-Jones
Performer
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Smith
James Smith
Composer
Samuel Shipstone
Samuel Shipstone
Composer
Ryan Needham
Ryan Needham
Composer
Bill Ryder-Jones
Bill Ryder-Jones
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ali Chant
Ali Chant
Mixing Engineer
Alex Robinson
Alex Robinson
Engineer
Harpaal Sanghera
Harpaal Sanghera
Assistant Engineer
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Engineer
Geoff Pesche
Geoff Pesche
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I was woken by a bang And I could already taste the shame The sudden fear that grips and shakes you When you face the truth Whose sofa was this? Where were my shoes? What did we do last night? I don't remember leaving Nathan's house Ah yeah, how could I forget Why my pants were soaking wet? When we'd been pissing ourselves laughing at the news Did you see it too? It was incredible, they played it on a loop Basically, they'd discovered that there were others just like us Other beings and other creatures and other planets and other species Who had other gods that they believed in and they interviewed all of them Every one of them, it's true, none of them had a single clue What they were doing here either It's all so pointless, it is And I find that humbling, sincerely And when you're gone It brings me peace of mind to know That this will all just carry on With someone else (someone else) With something new (something new) There's no need to be blue Everything has already happened Time is an illusion It's hippy bullshit but it's true Come with us Now we're off to meet them, so best impress them Don't want them thinking we've been sat here Doing nothing, now do we, Elton? It's alright, I've had more hits than I've had hot dinners Is that how we define this life's winners? The numeric is so imperative That without them, we'll forget how to simply be It's hippy bullshit, but it's true Watch me explode It's all so pointless, ah, but it's not, though, is it? It's really real and when you feel it, you can really feel it Grab somebody that you love Grab anyone who needs to hear it And shake 'em by the shoulders, scream in their face Death is coming for us all, but not today Today you're living it, hey, you're really feeling it Give it everything you've got, knowing you can't take this with you And all you've ever needed to exist that has always been within you Gimme some of that good stuff, that human spirit Cut it with a hundred percent endurance It's all so pointless, it sure is And when you're gone It makes me stronger knowing That all of this will carry on With someone else (someone else) With something new (something new) It's not like there's gonna be nothing, is it?
Writer(s): Ryan Needham, James Smith, Samuel Shipstone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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