Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
The Psychotic Monks
The Psychotic Monks
Intérprete
Clément Caillierez
Clément Caillierez
Batería
Martin Bejuy
Martin Bejuy
Guitarra eléctrica
Paul Dussaux
Paul Dussaux
Sintetizador
Artie Dussaux
Artie Dussaux
Guitarra eléctrica
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Arthur Dussaux
Arthur Dussaux
Composición
Clément Caillierez
Clément Caillierez
Composición
Martin Bejuy
Martin Bejuy
Composición
Paul Dussaux
Paul Dussaux
Composición
Tchaz Locke
Tchaz Locke
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jamie Hyland
Jamie Hyland
Masterización
Daniel Fox
Daniel Fox
Producción

Letra

In the highlands, I wander one morning in spring
Here, I feel allowed to feel without apology
I burst into tears as everything comes together as once here
Rustling leaves
Cover the ticking in my ears
Run away from places where I felt guilt or shame
To circle back here
I'm reminded of Clara as I take in the highlands
Trees whisper their love
Their love
So easy to show
My changes in the daylight
I'm thankful and it's sweet to tell
It is easier to talk
Side by side
At the top of the hill
There's a kind of peace now where hope is for us all
I shout over the fear
Yell to drown all noise
As the clamour captures me again, irrational
Now I wander far and wide
Inside my puzzled self
Following the road paved with trust
To the hill
To the hill
To the hill
Shower-singing with my eyes closed
You're dancing in silence
Loose
All is here when I come back
Lyrics, we laugh
Thank you
Pleasure shines in a dark corridor
Can't move around anymore
When they bring food to feed
Your sick little madness stuck in your tiny body
Oh, there's daddy, mummy, most of the family
In the mouth of that madness, ready to digest you
And it doesn't look like much, but it still disgusts you
Oh, such pressure, it's only food
All these patronising words
Bring you back to when you were a child
When all of this could have been cured
But it was too late to realise this was a disease
Too late to realise this is my disease
I can't stand my body, I can't feel my body
In this moment, you enter the room with my heart on a plate
Come on, get ready to eat, just get ready to eat
So, what's on the menu tonight if it's not human meat?
And it's stuck in your throat, but you still can't vomit
Oh, what's on the menu tonight if it's not human meat?
I can't feel my feet
Just can't feel my feet
What's on the menu tonight?
What's on the menu tonight?
Written by: Arthur Dussaux, Clément Caillierez, Martin Bejuy, Paul Dussaux, Tchaz Locke
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