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Big Stuff

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Folk-Rock

Skladba Big Stuff vyšla 19. června 2014 Crispin Glover Records na albu Sudden Crop

Podrobnosti o skladbě

AlbumSudden Crop

Datum vydání19. června 2014

ŠtítekCrispin Glover Records

JazykEnglish

Melodičnost

Akustičnost

Valence

Tanečnost

Energie

BPM142

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Hudební video

Hudební video

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Truls Lorentzen

Truls Lorentzen

Performer

Dag Rønning

Performer

Trine Snustad

Performer

Helge F. Guldvik

Helge F. Guldvik

Performer

Tom Kenneth Alte

Tom Kenneth Alte

Performer

John Grøtting

Performer

Erik Chan

Performer

Frode Schei Rystad

Frode Schei Rystad

Performer

Audun Kvam

Performer

Michi Skorstad Murakami

Michi Skorstad Murakami

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dag Rønning

Composer

Texty

It was a year ago or maybe three

When I started moving 'round east of me

Between worn out houses made of fallen trees

I met this giant all new to me

And now it's more like family

A big stuff

At that time I was living with a wonderful girl

She knows the way to a different world

A brown-eyed Barbie, she's a half-breed Dutch

She laughs so loud and I still love her that much

The big stuff is a close friend of hers

She infected me with a happy curse

It's nothing like your most expensive bread

Or a fifty cent ride in and out of debt

And so the big piece of stuff is one of her friends

This summer us two been sharing a tent

His folks are Dutch but they moved up here

So he's black from coming right outside of here

Thank God it was a big tent he had to share

A big stuff

When those fifty white teeth come to smiling at me

When that great big stuff is approaching me

I wonder why it makes me feel so safe

I rest like I'm floating in my very first cage

I relax like nothing could be threatening me

Like a satisfied fish in a silent sea

Like a breastfed baby just got enough

To be in the presence of solid stuff

In that crappy rock city where he comes from

In the local county had a cell of his own

When the cops tried to put him in the regular one

He just bent himself between those concrete walls

And telling those coppers no

A big stuff

You won't get me downstairs even though you fuckers got me cuffed

I'm big stuff, big stuff, big stuff

And there's four of you but it won't help you much

When I'm up at him and we're smoking some dope

The building shakes when he starts to cough

If an extra tourist should be the hell of rent

Remember this stuff is made in Amsterdam

And I tell him I'm doing a song about him

It's down to the bone, I ain't pushing the rim

He just looks at me like some Mongolian cunt

Six feet of stuff named Eddie Chung

A big stuff

You won't get me downstairs even though you fuckers got me cuffed

I'm big stuff, big stuff, big stuff

And there's four of you but it won't help you much

Big stuff

You won't get me downstairs even though you fuckers got me cuffed

I'm big stuff, big stuff, big stuff

And there's four of you but it won't help you much

Written by: Dag Rønning

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