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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Vocals
The Roots
The Roots
Performer
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Bass
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
Kirk Douglas
Kirk Douglas
Electric Guitar
Ray Angry
Ray Angry
Keyboards
Brent Fischer
Brent Fischer
Performer
Assa Drori
Assa Drori
Performer
Drew Dembowski
Drew Dembowski
Bass
Elizabeth Wilson
Elizabeth Wilson
Violin
Ken Wild
Ken Wild
Bass
Mark Cargill
Mark Cargill
Violin
Bill Reichenbach
Bill Reichenbach
Contrabass Recorder
Sally Berman
Sally Berman
Violin
Alex Gorlovsky
Alex Gorlovsky
Violin
Mike Ferril
Mike Ferril
Violin
Anna Kostyuchek
Anna Kostyuchek
Violin
Sam Fischer
Sam Fischer
Violin
Roland Kato
Roland Kato
Viola
Kazi Pitelka
Kazi Pitelka
Viola
Robert Berg
Robert Berg
Viola
Cécilia Tsan
Cécilia Tsan
Cello
Miguel Martinez
Miguel Martinez
Cello
Kevan Torfeh
Kevan Torfeh
Cello
Alex Budman
Alex Budman
Bass Clarinet
Bob Carr
Bob Carr
Bassoon
Steve Hughes
Steve Hughes
Euphonium
La Marisoul
La Marisoul
Vocals
James Poyser
James Poyser
Keyboards
Frank Knuckles
Frank Knuckles
Percussion
Matt Cappy
Matt Cappy
Trumpet
Korey Riker
Korey Riker
Saxophone
Karriem Riggins
Karriem Riggins
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Composer
Steve Mandel
Steve Mandel
Composer
Questlove
Questlove
Composer
Brent Fischer
Brent Fischer
Arranger
Assa Drori
Assa Drori
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Producer
Steve Mandel
Steve Mandel
Recording Engineer
Questlove
Questlove
Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Colin Nairne
Colin Nairne
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rafa Sardina
Rafa Sardina
Recording Engineer
Eric Eylands
Eric Eylands
Studio Personnel
Félix Romero
Félix Romero
Studio Personnel
Claris Sayadian-Dodge
Claris Sayadian-Dodge
Studio Personnel
Frank Rodriguez
Frank Rodriguez
Studio Personnel
Keith Horn
Keith Horn
Studio Personnel
Sebastián Krys
Sebastián Krys
Recording Engineer
Karriem Riggins
Karriem Riggins
Studio Personnel

Letras

Cinco minutos con vos
It's ugly, it's ugly not
Honey in the rock, money in the pot
As it begins to simmer down, thickening the plot
It's hard to say if anyone was listening or not
Look at you and me and the devil, three's company
I'ma be below sea level, please come for me
Loving you is where it's at, look what you've done for me
If I told you 'you feel high,' then you'd jump for me right?
You catch more flies with sugar than you do with shit
A wise woman told me while clutching her crucifix
I don't really have an excuse for this elusiveness
I stole a moment of truth, mutual exclusiveness
Like water and grease, warfare and peace
To crave sweet revenge and find sweet release
In the thrill of a victory, agony of defeat
The man I was meant to be is passing me in the street
The dark horse marched forth going further off course
Nevermind, I lost mine when you lost yours
One life, one death, which will cost more?
Crawling on the parquet floor doing parkour
To be alarmed by the sounds of the foghorn
What I need is closure I'm getting my epilogue on
You're Mississippi God-damned but I'm dog-goned
You never miss a good thing until it's long gone
Brandishing the heater, suddenly I had this
Urge to reemerge just to brush away the ashes
Passive aggression, aggressively passive
Loading my weapon while I'm checking for your address
Crucible, crazy what the temperature can do to you
5 minutes left until the last dance, beautiful
I stood at the curb, trying not to disturb
The dark carnival crew
And a glittering voice far off there said
'rejoice as the casualties are but few'
Going to tell you now, before I forget myself
I could let you loose, but the key won't undo the lock
And the face of the clock seemed to merrily mock
These five minutes with you
And when the clock strikes time comes to life
Slightest oversight cuts like a knife
Against my better judgement I had sacrificed
Very last chance encounter with my future wife
Searching for the love of christ, purchasing the merchandise
Lurching through the curtains trying to hide what I was hurting like
Pretty certain that some person gotta die tonight
And there's no hiding the truth in the guiding light
No confidential info, me llamo ensiamento
Who you call the angel of death is like my only kinfolk
My heavy bleeding heart is adding injury to insult
And I would gladly kill for just a five minute intro
Oh the felonious conduct of his holiness
Courting lil homie is less than ceremonious
Orchids, begonias, eyes like Appolonia's
Looking like she'd just seen a ghost like pretty Tony is
Miserable, invisible bully like the gooch
Better be continually and fully sniper proof
A hunter with a gun in his hoodie likes to shoot
For a moment I just sat by the door
Like the spook watching time tick
Counting down like a convict
Wishing that my trigger finger was non-responsive
Or that the overcoat that I donned was non-stick
Or that my mental wasn't this far beyond sick
Brandishing the heater, suddenly I had this
Fever was it me or either some sort of madness
Napoleon complex, his royal badness
Loading my weapon while I'm checking for your address
Stupido, half-man half-marsupial
Blood splattered cashmere afghan, beautiful
Five minutes with you
Written by: Elvis Costello, Questlove, Steve Mandel

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