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Empty

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Skladba Empty vyšla 29. srpna 2006 RCA Records Label na albu Till the Sun Turns Black (Bonus Track Version)

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TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ray LaMontagne

Acoustic Guitar

Ethan Johns

Percussion

David Gold

Viola

Jane Scarpantoni

Jane Scarpantoni

Cello

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ray LaMontagne

Composer

Ethan Johns

String Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ethan Johns

Producer

Matthew Cullen

Recording Engineer

Robert Fulps

Engineer

Texty

[Verse 1]

She lifts her skirt up to her knees

Walks through the garden rows

With her bare feet, laughin'

I never learned to count my blessings

I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

[Verse 2]

I walk on down the hill

Through grass grown tall and brown

And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain

On past the busted back of that

Old and rusted Cadillac

That sinks into this field collecting rain

[Verse 3]

Will I always feel this way?

So empty, so estranged

[Verse 4]

And of these cutthroat busted sunsets

These cold and damp white mornings

I have grown weary

If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips

I spoke these words out loud

Would no one hear me?

[Verse 5]

Lay your blouse across the chair

Let fall the flowers from your hair

And kiss me with that country mouth so plain

Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves

To me it sounds like they're applauding us

The quiet love we've made

[Verse 6]

Will I always feel this way?

So empty, so estranged

[Verse 7]

Well, I looked my demons in the eyes

Laid bare my chest and said

Do your best to destroy me

You see, I've been to hell and back so many times

I must admit, you kinda bore me

[Verse 8]

There's a lotta things that can kill a man

There's a lotta ways to die

Yes, and some already did and walk beside me

There's a lotta things I don't understand

Why so many people lie

It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me

[Verse 9]

Will I always feel this way?

So empty, so estranged

Written by: Ray LaMontagne

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