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Bread

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Singer/Songwriter

Skladba Bread vyšla 21. listopadu 2008 Rob Lutes na albu Truth & Fiction

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AlbumTruth & Fiction

Datum vydání21. listopadu 2008

ŠtítekRob Lutes

JazykEnglish

Melodičnost

Akustičnost

Valence

Tanečnost

Energie

BPM87

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Rob Lutes

Acoustic Guitar

David Goodrich

Mandolin

Annabelle Chvostek

Annabelle Chvostek

Vocals

Morgan Moore

Bass

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Rob Lutes

Songwriter

RR

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

David Goodrich

Producer

Texty

Well you take a little bread

You put it in the oven

You wait a little while

Give it lots of lovin'

It'll rise and open up some too

It's not an act of faith my dear

It's true

But you never learn what you've been told

You had to dive to find that gold

And down below the surface you'll construe

In the deepest waters is the most beautiful view

Oh you could fly

You got those wings

You tie them down with earthly things

And treat them like they don't belong to you

Oh we've all learned to hide them well

The secret that we never tell

Is usually the one that makes us blue

All the way through

Oh you can't pretend that this is small

The path to joy leads down this hall

The world outside ain't as grim as you assume

But it's dinner time and you're still locked in your room

Oh but you could fly

You got those wings

You hold them down with heavy things

And ancient thoughts you string together too

Oh we've all learned to hide them well

The secrets that we never tell

Are usually the ones that make us blue

All the way through

But that darkness doesn't hold

If you let the world unfold in its own time

Relax your anxious will

Just a crack of light could fill your weary mind

And then lay your head upon these words

And let your tired heart rest assured

Certain rules are never gonna let you lose

Come on baby

Ain't you heard the news?

Oh you could fly

You got those wings

You hold them down with earthly things

And treat them like they don't belong to you

Oh we've all learned to hide them well

The secret that we never tell

Is usually the one that makes us blue

All the way through

So just take a little bread

Put it in the oven

Wait a little while

Give it lots of lovin'

It'll rise and open up some too

It's not an act of faith my dear

It's true

In the deepest waters is the most beautiful view

Oh baby, baby, baby

It's just the truth

Written by: RR, Rob Lutes

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