Musikvideo

Madrugada - Hands Up - I Love You [Official Music Video] [2001]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madrugada
Madrugada
Vocals
Sivert Høyem
Sivert Høyem
Vocals
Frode Jacobsen
Frode Jacobsen
Bass Guitar
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Musician
Jon Lauvland Pettersen
Jon Lauvland Pettersen
Drums
Robert Burås
Robert Burås
Guitar
Chris Mazer
Chris Mazer
Recorder
John Agnello
John Agnello
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sivert Høyem
Sivert Høyem
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madrugada
Madrugada
Producer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Dan Korneff
Dan Korneff
Additional Engineer
Geoff Sanoff
Geoff Sanoff
Additional Engineer
Rudyard Lee Cullers
Rudyard Lee Cullers
Assistant Engineer
Tom Unish
Tom Unish
Assistant Engineer
Chris Mazer
Chris Mazer
Recording Engineer
John Agnello
John Agnello
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

There's no use to complain Or start it off again There's no sign of weakness in me Do I compel you like you compel me? And nothing stays the same And no one said it would I would not think of such things if I could If I could help myself If I could So put your warm little hands where I can see them Put those hands on my face Tell me you love me And no one else Or close those little hands Now they're fists Now they're little fists Punch a hole in me with those fists If you ever wanted to punch a hole in me And find out what's in me There's really nothing in me And nothing stays the same And nothing ever happens to you that will happen to you again Or is this the way it was? Was it this same room, this same fight, this same scene? With us dancing on the kitchen floor And the wind climbing in through the open window I used to hear distant cracks out in the city night I could swear some one was being shot down Now we hear that all the time So do you like where we're headed? Does it make sense in your eyes? Do you miss me, baby, when I fall asleep? Do you reach out for my arm? Do you find it's too far away? Do you? Now tell me I'm handsome I will tell you we are really not old at all There's no use to complain Still you and no one else So put your warm little hands where I can see them Put those hands on my face Now if you get any out of this Then that's the thing that makes me sleep all day And I'll explain my love for you On another day
Writer(s): Robert Buraas, Sivert Hoeyem, Jon Lauvland Pettersen, Frode Jacobsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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