Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Rickie Lee Jones
Guitarra
David Sanborn
Saxofón alto
Arno Lucas
Voces de fondo
Joe Turano
Voces de fondo
Leslie Smith
Voces de fondo
Tom Scott
Saxofón tenor
Chuck Rainey
Bajo
Art Rodriguez
Batería
Steve Gadd
Batería
Victor Feldman
Percusión
Jerry Hey
Trompeta
Randy Brecker
Trompeta
David Kalish
Guitarra
Weldon Parks
Guitarra
Howard Feiten
Guitarra
Steve Lukather
Guitarra
Sal Bernardi
Voces
Clarence McDonald
Teclados
Neil Larsen
Teclados
Randy Kerber
Teclados
Russell Ferrante
Teclados
Lenny Castro
Percusión
Donald Fagen
Sintetizador
Michael Boddicker
Sintetizador
Rob Mounsey
Sintetizador
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rickie Lee Jones
Autoría
Nick DeCaro
Orquestación
Ralph Burns
Orquestación
Producción e ingeniería
Russ Titelman
Producción
Lenny Waronker
Producción
Elliot Scheiner
Ingeniería
Ken Deane
Ingeniería
Lee Herschberg
Masterización
Loyd Clifft
Ingeniería
Mark Linett
Ingeniería
Steven Ettinger
Ingeniería
JoAnn Tominaga
Producción
Vicki Forston
Producción
Letra
I say, "This was no game of chicken"
You were aiming your best friend
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this scene twice
So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love
And you told her to stand tall when you kissed her
But that's not where you were thinking
How could a Natalie Wood not get
Sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
But, now, look who shows up in the same place?
In this case, I think it's better to face it
We belong together
We belong together
Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man
And he entwined her in his finger
And she lay there like a baby in his hand
And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the crosstown seas
And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees
But the sailor just takes the broad down to the dark end of the fair
And he turn her into a tattoo that'll whisper
Into the back of Johnny's black hair
And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain
Lookin' for a leather jacket
And a girl who wrote her name forever
And a promise that
We belong together
Yeah, we belong together
Shall we weigh along these streets, young lions on the lam?
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart all left on neon for them?
Who are foolish, who are victim of the sailors and the ducky boys
Who would move into your eyes and lips and every tear
That falls down on the neighborhood, now
I said, "Bird, we just gotta tell them"
And they turn and ignore us
And the only heroes we got left are written right before us
And the only angel who sees us now, watches through each other's eyes
And I can hear him in every footstep's passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights watching heartbeats go by
And they whisper
We belong together, oh
But we belong together
We belong together
We belong together
Written by: Rickie Lee Jones


