Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Tom Francis
Tom Francis
Voz principal
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Intérprete
Louise Hunt
Louise Hunt
Teclados
Huw Evans
Huw Evans
Teclados
Giles Deacon
Giles Deacon
Teclados
Hannah Lawrance
Hannah Lawrance
Clarinete
Howard McGill
Howard McGill
Saxofón alto
Seb Philpott
Seb Philpott
Trompeta
James Pillai
James Pillai
Corno francés
Lindsay Kempley
Lindsay Kempley
Corno francés
Emma Bassett
Emma Bassett
Trombón
Dan Day
Dan Day
Batería
Aam Higgs
Aam Higgs
Contrabajo
Nick Rees
Nick Rees
Guitarra eléctrica
Jonathan Lee
Jonathan Lee
Violín
Rebecca Bill
Rebecca Bill
Violín
Elaine Ambridge
Elaine Ambridge
Violín
Rachel Robson
Rachel Robson
Viola
Dave Hornberger
Dave Hornberger
Violonchelo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composición
Don Black
Don Black
Letra
Christopher Hampton
Christopher Hampton
Letra
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producción
Jamie Lloyd
Jamie Lloyd
Producción
Lee McCutcheon
Lee McCutcheon
Producción
Adam Fisher
Adam Fisher
Producción
Alan Williams
Alan Williams
Producción
Simon Gibson
Simon Gibson
Masterización

Letra

Sure, I came out here to make my name
Wanted my pool, my dose of fame
Wanted my parking space at Warner's
But after a year, a one room hell
A Murphy bed, a rancid smell
Wallpaper peeling at the corners
Sunset Boulevard, twisting boulevard
Secretive and rich, a little scary
Sunset Boulevard, tempting boulevard
Waiting there to swallow the unwary
Dreams are not enough to win a war
Out here they're always keeping score
Beneath the tan the battle rages
Smile a rented smile, fill someone's glass
Kiss someone's wife, kiss someone's ass
We do whatever pays the wages
Sunset Boulevard, headline boulevard
Getting there is only the beginning
Sunset Boulevard, jackpot boulevard
Once you've won you have to go on winning
You think I've sold out?
Dead right I've sold out
I just keep waiting for the right offer
Comfortable quarters, regular rations
24-hour five-star room service
And if I'm honest, I like the lady
I can't help being touched by her folly
I'm treading water, taking the money
Watching her sun set
Well, I'm a writer
LA's changed a lot over the years
Since those brave gold rush pioneers
Came in those creaky covered wagons
Far as they could go end of the line
Their dreams were yours, their dreams were mine
But in those dreams were hidden dragons
Sunset Boulevard, frenzied boulevard
Swamped with every kind of false emotion
Sunset Boulevard, brutal boulevard
Just like you, we'll wind up in the ocean
She was sinking fast, I threw a rope
Now I have suits and she has hope
It seemed an elegant solution
One day this must end, it isn't real
Still I'll enjoy a hearty meal
Before tomorrow's execution
Sunset Boulevard, ruthless boulevard
Destination for the stony-hearted
Sunset Boulevard, lethal boulevard
Everyone's forgotten how they started
Here on Sunset Boulevard
Written by: Amy Powers, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Christopher Hampton, Don Black
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