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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Shultz
Matt Shultz
Vocals
Brad Shultz
Brad Shultz
Guitar
Matthan Minster
Matthan Minster
Keyboards
Jared Champion
Jared Champion
Drums
Daniel Tichenor
Daniel Tichenor
Bass Guitar
Nick Bockrath
Nick Bockrath
Guitar
Kyle Davis
Kyle Davis
Percussion
John Hill
John Hill
Programming
Gina Corso
Gina Corso
Violin
Lisa Dodlinger
Lisa Dodlinger
Violin
Mario Deleon
Mario Deleon
Violin
Sara Parkins
Sara Parkins
Violin
Kerenza Peacock
Kerenza Peacock
Violin
Charlie Bisharat
Charlie Bisharat
Violin
Leah Katz
Leah Katz
Viola
Andrew Duckles
Andrew Duckles
Viola
Jacob Braun
Jacob Braun
Cello
Ginger Murphy
Ginger Murphy
Cello
Dave Stone
Dave Stone
Double Bass
The W. Crimm Singers
The W. Crimm Singers
Background Vocals
Katie Schecter
Katie Schecter
Background Vocals
David Campbell
David Campbell
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Shultz
Matt Shultz
Songwriter
Brad Shultz
Brad Shultz
Songwriter
Matthan Minster
Matthan Minster
Songwriter
Jared Champion
Jared Champion
Songwriter
Daniel Tichenor
Daniel Tichenor
Songwriter
Nick Bockrath
Nick Bockrath
Songwriter
John Hill
John Hill
Songwriter
David Campbell
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Hill
John Hill
Producer
Rob Cohen
Rob Cohen
Engineer
Jeremy Ferguson
Jeremy Ferguson
Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Soft glow on the city She said, "There's no one here who can touch you now" Caught the last flight out of LAX With your one-way ticket, New York-bound Climb so high, don't make a sound Don't you forget what goes up must come down Climb so high, tell me how it feels Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, hallelujah Makes no difference here, so let's be real Black Madonna, my black flower Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, my hallelujah On the phone you sound shifty You say that you're at home, alone right now But in the background there's a muffled laugh As you spin that wool and pull it down Climb so high, don't hear a sound Don't you forget what goes around, comes around Climb so high, tell me how to feel Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, hallelujah Makes no difference here, so let's be real Black Madonna, my black flower Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide Says it should be gone, at least it was this time Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, my hallelujah Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, hallelujah Makes no difference here, so let's be real Black Madonna, my black flower Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Writer(s): Matthan Megrew Minster, Nicholas Bockrath, Jared Champion, Bradley Shultz, Matthew Shultz, Daniel Tichenor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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