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Cyclone
1,177
De gira
Rock
Cyclone fue lanzado el 4 de junio de 2011 por 429 Records como parte del álbum Bride of the Noisemakers
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento4 de junio de 2011
Sello discográfico429 Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM71

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Bruce Hornsby & The Noisemakers
Bruce Hornsby & The Noisemakers
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Autoría
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Wayne Pooley
Wayne Pooley
Producción, Ingeniería de grabación
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Producción, Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

Most of our years have flown away
With nothing much decided
Except the board we're playing on
How it's to be divided
More years yet die alone
The question's been decided
I got no answers of my own
And none have been provided
When I was young, there was nothing to know
And the wind followed me wherever I'd go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
There's a game that's only played
In a darkened room with strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards
Eyes closed to dangers
Jealousy folds without the playing its whole card
Romance raises grinning
I spent several lifetimes there
But I could not lose for winning
When I was young, there was love for free
Had to be given and received by me
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
With the wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Just can't see it so well with my fading eyes
A mystery to myself
Not everything, not how I was born to be
All I know is when I wanted it so
The wind itself rose for me
More than wasn't for love
Might just be a wandering man
I believe I made a better choice
To sing about it with this band
When I was a boy, I could summon the moon
With the click of a finger and a homemade tune
I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by
And sing all the words to a wildcat's cry
When I was a boy, there was nothing to know
And the wind followed me wherever I'd go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Still believe
Yes, I still believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Hey, cyclone rise
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
Rain came down where I made my stand
Written by: Bruce Hornsby, Robert Hunter
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