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How Some Things Fall
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Folk
How Some Things Fall fue lanzado el 12 de marzo de 2019 por Maplehurst Records como parte del álbum County Ball
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Fecha de lanzamiento12 de marzo de 2019
Sello discográficoMaplehurst Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM84

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Jake Edward Smith
Jake Edward Smith
Guitarra eléctrica
Jasmine Rai Hoisington
Jasmine Rai Hoisington
Bajo eléctrico
Luke Palmer Bowers
Luke Palmer Bowers
Batería, Piano
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Taylor Samuel Kress
Taylor Samuel Kress
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jake Edward Smith
Jake Edward Smith
Producción ejecutiva
Garrett Sale
Garrett Sale
Ingeniería de mezcla, Masterización

Letra

Do they remember how some things fall?
Do they tend to see us as some children's doll?
Eyes black, hands all small
Now it feels we're back to some County Ball
I can't stop hearin' how a cracked bell rings
Through the windows I keep opening
To let in crickets, call this place clean
They sing choir-like while the city scape gleams
Now the weather winds and bends her hair
Some call it love others fate's quick stare
Now I'm starin' out on that red brick roof
Where I know sometimes I'm bulletproof
So pull your pistol and go through
See me under I know no other will for me it do
I wanna go ballistic, feel realistically blue
I need to know the fire from the wire I chew
My oh my, don't it seem
Them golden days don't mean a damn thing
Some pastors call me their friend
Some lowly people say to me"Amen"
Trust this radiator just to do it's thing
Coal-like fire warmth unto me brings
Some hope you'll throw a rope and I'll be there
Two bottles uncorked that we'll leave bare
Summer's headed to that sorghum hue
Only out walkin' I can hear it croon
Cicadas quicken leaving us just a plea
Come on back to me now mama maybe next Spring
My oh my, don't it seem
Them golden days don't mean a damn thing
Some lovers leave me feeling thoughts
Others may see me and speak sour talk
My oh my, don't it seem
Them good ole days don't mean a damn thing
Some pastors call me their friend
Some lowly people say to me"Amen"
Written by: Taylor Samuel Kress
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