Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TV on the Radio
Performer
David Andrew Sitek
Guitar
Kyp Malone
Vocals
Katrina Ford
Vocals
Tunde Adebimpe
Vocals
Shanina Robinson
Vocals
Stuart Bogie
Horn
Martin Perna
Horn
Chris Taylor
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Andrew Sitek
Composer
Kyp Malone
Composer
Tunde Adebimpe
Composer
Gerald Smith
Composer
Chris Taylor
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TV on the Radio
Mixing Engineer
Chris Coady
Mixing Engineer
David Andrew Sitek
Producer
Chris Moore
Mixing Engineer
Matt Littlejohn
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
From the depths I called you, Ma
For your breath and breast so warm and fabled
Your hands reached inside
Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled
Hailed for your mercy
An ear that cares
How the blues sound from up there?
With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your feet
Carry me through these shark infested waters
Well, you spared me from slaughter for sure
But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr
Oh, kindness shared
Undeserved purest gift, this life you've spared
How the blues sound from up there?
Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue
Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication
Echo into the void
Been received by no one
Oh, my sweet dear
Cold alone poisoning ourselves
Engulfed in our own tears
Signed, blues from down here.
Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your
Time for your favorite story
Of how to achieve golden glory
Wash yourself all squeaky clean
All in white on Hallow's eve
Lessen your desire
Hold your breath so patiently
Never inquire how to be free
Just stay on your knees
You might doubt it
Think there's nothing left for me
To do but stomp my feet
And shout about it
From the depths I called you
Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently
Stuck here in the bottom of this well
It's not the last you've heard from me
Writer(s): David Andrew Sitek, Gerard Anthony Smith, Babatunde Omoroga Adebimpe, David Kyp Joel Malone, Jaleel Bunton
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