Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
James Ford
Batería
Abigail Morris
Canto
Emily Roberts
Guitarra
Georgia Davies
Bajo
Aurora Nishevci
Piano
Lizzie Mayland
Guitarra
Emma Smith
Violín
Lucy Wilkins
Violín
Paloma Deike
Violín
Freya Goldmark
Violín
Phil Granell
Violín
Chihiro Ono
Violín
Rosie Tompsett
Violín
Aleksandra Masurova
Violín
Richard Jones
Viola
Jenny Ames
Viola
Midori Jaeger
Violonchelo
Alex Marshall
Violonchelo
Zami Jalil
Viola
Sam Becker
Contrabajo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Abigail Morris
Autoría
Emily Roberts
Autoría
Georgia Davies
Autoría
Aurora Nishevci
Autoría
Lizzie Mayland
Autoría
Rhys Downing
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
James Ford
Producción
Alan Moulder
Ingeniería de mezcla
Chris Gehringer
Masterización
Jimmy Robertson
Ingeniería de grabación
Letra
[Verse 1]
A room at dusk
Mastering the art of lying still
Breathe like a girl
Till my lungs fill
[PreChorus]
Oh, pull your boots up, boys
And push me down
I'm only here
For your entertainment
[Chorus]
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
[Verse 2]
Oh, ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me, or do you want control?
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
[PreChorus]
Run till I fall
How I wish the trees would swallow me
Make me a forest
Take away my soul
I could never give the curse to her
I, I could never live with the guilt of lying
That people are kind
[Chorus]
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
[PostChorus]
Oh, ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
[Chorus]
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
[Outro]
Give me that dark red liquor stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Written by: Abigail Morris, Aurora Nishevci, Emily Roberts, Georgia Davies, Lizzie Mayland, Rhys Downing