Listen to For Tomorrow by Blur

For Tomorrow

Blur

Rock

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blur
Blur
Performer
Alex James
Alex James
Bass Guitar
Graham Coxon
Graham Coxon
Background Vocals
Mae McKenna
Mae McKenna
Background Vocals
Miriam Stockley
Miriam Stockley
Background Vocals
Ivan McCermoy
Ivan McCermoy
Cello
The Duke String Quartet
The Duke String Quartet
String Quartet
Helen Kamminga
Helen Kamminga
Viola
John Metcalfe
John Metcalfe
Viola
Lousia Fuller
Lousia Fuller
Violin
Rick Koster
Rick Koster
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex James
Alex James
Composer
Damon Albarn
Damon Albarn
Composer
Graham Coxon
Graham Coxon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Street
Stephen Street
Producer
Frank Arkwright
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer
John Smith
John Smith
Engineer

Lyrics

He's a twentieth century boy With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow London ice cracks on a seamless line He's hanging on for dear life So we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la Holding on for tomorrow ...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... She's a twentieth century girl With her hands on the wheel Trying not to make him sick again Seeing what she can borrow London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes But we're we're lost on the Westway So we hold each other tightly And we can wait until tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la Holding on for tomorrow Trying not to be sick again And holding for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl Hanging on for dear life So we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la Holding on for tomorrow Jim stops and gets out the car, Goes to a house in Emperor's gate, Through the door and to his room, Then he puts the TV on, Turns it off and makes some tea, Says Modern Life Is Rubbish I'm Holding on for tomorrow, Then Susan comes into the room, She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile, Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill, It's windy there and the view's so nice, London ice can freeze your toes Like anyone I suppose I'm holding on for tomorrow...
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Graham Leslie Coxon, Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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