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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yard Act
Yard Act
Performer
Ryan Needham
Ryan Needham
Bass Guitar
Sam Shipstone
Sam Shipstone
Electric Guitar
James Smith
James Smith
Vocals
Christopher Duffin
Christopher Duffin
Saxophone
Angel Silvera
Angel Silvera
Background Vocals
Adeleye Omotayo
Adeleye Omotayo
Background Vocals
Michelle Ndegwa
Michelle Ndegwa
Background Vocals
Petra Luke
Petra Luke
Background Vocals
Rebecca Freckleton
Rebecca Freckleton
Background Vocals
Zara Benyounes
Zara Benyounes
Violin
Guy Button
Guy Button
Violin
Francesca Gilbert
Francesca Gilbert
Viola
Maddie Cutter
Maddie Cutter
Cello
Ian Stephens
Ian Stephens
Performer
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Drums
Nish Kumar
Nish Kumar
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Needham
Ryan Needham
Composer
Sam Shipstone
Sam Shipstone
Composer
James Smith
James Smith
Composer
Christopher Duffin
Christopher Duffin
Composer
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Composer
Ian Stephens
Ian Stephens
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yard Act
Yard Act
Producer
Remi Kabaka
Remi Kabaka
Producer
Ross Orton
Ross Orton
Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Engineer
Alex Graves
Alex Graves
Engineer
Matt Peel
Matt Peel
Engineer
Paul Norris
Paul Norris
Vocal Recording Engineer
Harpaal Sanghera
Harpaal Sanghera
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Alright It's now my great pleasure to introduce to you The greatest voice of the entire century Right, do you wanna know how I reckon? It's a bank holiday, so all the hospitals are shut Guess I'll have to saw off my own foot Send a letter to my son, tell him that I'm drunk again Tell him it's a buzz having this much fun But tell him that I got stung, tell him that I got burnt Because I went to work without my trench coat on, yeah On the run What from? Promised him a souvenir from every single city I could cop one So far got none Just this shotgun shot that I got And all for what? I was hot property once, but now the promise is gone Because the roots were all rotted from the start I'm in love with an illusion Once the wheels are in motion Swear I'll join the revolution So just take the plane, James It'll take off regardless Make hay whilst the sun shines Having fun doesn't mean you're heartless Hard of hearing, maybe aimless, dark as sin Whistling past the morgue when the drink kicks in I start self-destructing Buying fridge magnets everywhere I went To prove I've been It's fucking disgusting Look at this A cactus in a snap-back riding a BMX atop bubble lettering that reads "Venice" I'm in love with an illusion Once the wheels are in motion Swear I'll join the revolution And I'd hang my head in shame But for the weight it bears would see to it, I don't look up again Before I came here, I used to have an aim All it takes is a little recalibration to remind me I used to have a name All it takes (all it takes) Yeah, all it takes (yeah, all it takes) I'm in love with an illusion Where's that utopia that I promised ya? I'm in love with an illusion Where's that utopia that I promised ya? I'm in love with an illusion Where's my utopia? It's the end of the world, but how near is it? I hope you'll stick around for the full fore-
Writer(s): Ryan Needham, James Smith, Samuel Shipstone, Jay Russell, Christopher Duffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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