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Under Control
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De gira
Singer/Songwriter
Under Control fue lanzado el 18 de septiembre de 2015 por Coalition Music (Records) como parte del álbum Birds With Broken Wings
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Fecha de lanzamiento18 de septiembre de 2015
Sello discográficoCoalition Music (Records)
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM86

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Voces
Michael Winograd
Michael Winograd
Clarinete
Ronald J Hynes
Ronald J Hynes
Contrabajo
Greg Woolner
Greg Woolner
Batería
Donald Maclennan
Donald Maclennan
Violín
Nicolae Margineanu
Nicolae Margineanu
Instrumentalización
Sergiu Popa
Sergiu Popa
Acordeón
Cyndi Cain
Cyndi Cain
Voces de fondo
Lindsay Alcorn
Lindsay Alcorn
Voces de fondo
Coco Love Alcorn
Coco Love Alcorn
Voces de fondo
Sasha Muise
Sasha Muise
Voces de fondo
Jean-Nicholas Trottier
Jean-Nicholas Trottier
Trombón
Erik Hove
Erik Hove
Saxofón alto
Taryn Kawaja
Taryn Kawaja
Voces
Pemi Paull
Pemi Paull
Viola
JC Lizotte
JC Lizotte
Violonchelo
Andy King
Andy King
Trompeta
Jason Sharp
Jason Sharp
Saxofón barítono
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Autoría
Michael Winograd
Michael Winograd
Arreglista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Phil Shaw Bova
Phil Shaw Bova
Masterización
Howard Billerman
Howard Billerman
Ingeniería
Renaud Letang
Renaud Letang
Ingeniería de mezcla
Josh "Socalled" Dolgin
Josh "Socalled" Dolgin
Producción
Tyler Fitzmaurice
Tyler Fitzmaurice
Ingeniería
Darren van Niekirk
Darren van Niekirk
Ingeniería

Letra

There's a churning , There's a churning, There's a churning around
I can't fall asleep and the drugs won't stay down
There's a burning, There's a burning,There's a burning I've
Found. It's deep in the pit Where the blood pumps around
All children are laughing outside. The work never sleeps and there is no where to hide
It's under control far as anyone seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
There's a witness, There's a witness, There's a witness out there We've got to pretend that the moneys still here
There's a knocking, There's a knocking, There's a knock at the door We'll tell them that uncle don't live here no more
All the angels are crying down stairs the brandy's run out but their god never cares
Just grab them and tell them the evenings been ruined and his robes reek of failure and cheep french perfume
There's a tinkering, There's a tinkering, There's a tinkerer in town she'll fix everything till the moneys been found
There's a watchman, There's a watchman and he's guarding the door with a drink in his hand and a gun on the floor
And the monsters blew in through the sewers again and they spend every night making evermore friends
They've conquered the bowels of Paris and now They have every intention of Taking the town
There's a bottle, There's a bottle, There's a bottle in my bed It helps me to reach for the switch in my head
There's a madness, There's a madness at bay but a cold wind will blow down the levee some day
A trade of blows but the doctors been hanged
In a white little house oh the telephone rang and It's under control far as anyone seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
Written by: Ben Caplan
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