Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Gaslight Anthem
The Gaslight Anthem
Performer
Alex Levine
Alex Levine
Bass
Brian Fallon
Brian Fallon
Vocals
Alex Rosamilia
Alex Rosamilia
Guitar
Benny Horowitz
Benny Horowitz
Drums
Ian Perkins
Ian Perkins
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Levine
Alex Levine
Composer
Brian Fallon
Brian Fallon
Composer
Alex Rosamilia
Alex Rosamilia
Composer
Benny Horowitz
Benny Horowitz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Mike Spink
Mike Spink
Recording Engineer
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I don't think I'm going out anymore
You'd better find some other body to comfort
When I was trembling, baby, you was a diamond
But you ain't a diamond no more
So what you want to say is my head is a hurricane
Well let me sleep on that, uh huh, all right
You say I'm hopelessly devoted to misery
Well I don't want to be so devoted no more
And all of my friends want to get into heaven
And all I keep thinking is I wish you were here
I heard that they've been calling me the Great Depression
Rollin' and tumblin', breaking my own heart again
Shimmy, shimmy, shake, baby right in my bloodstream
I don't know what it was that got in my room
My ticker-tape heart broke and everything shook in here
But I heard it could be worse
So what you want to say is my head is a weathervane
Spinning with the wind chime, right
Maybe I was born on the Fourth of July
Exploding like a firework
And all of my friends want to get into heaven
And all I keep thinking is I wish you were here
I heard that they've been calling me the Great Depression
Rollin' and tumblin'
And all of my friends want to get into heaven
And all I keep thinking is I wish you were here
I heard that they've been calling me the Great Depression
Rollin' and tumblin'
So should I take everything
All your temporary medicines?
Should I take your reds, your blues, and your cocaine?
Should I take something to try on the weekend?
Should I take anything?
Or did you mean everything?
When I hit the wall, wrecked from it all
You put flowers down on the cold ground
And cry me a river
And assure me I'm crazy
While you question the answers
And you lean on my best friends
Until you find better weather
And you take a vacation
I hope you got all my letters
Signed the Great Depression
Baby, rollin' and tumblin'
Written by: Alex Levine, Alex Rosamilia, Benny Horowitz, Brian Fallon
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