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The Upper Classes
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Rock
The Upper Classes fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 1994 por Hut como parte del álbum Now I'm a Cowboy
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Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 1994
Sello discográficoHut
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM83

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
The Auteurs
The Auteurs
Intérprete
Luke Haines
Luke Haines
Voces
Alice Readman
Alice Readman
Bajo
James Banbury
James Banbury
Violonchelo
Barnaby C. Rockford
Barnaby C. Rockford
Batería
Joe Beckett
Joe Beckett
Percusión
Louise Elliot
Louise Elliot
Saxofón
Belinda Sykes
Belinda Sykes
Oboe
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Luke Haines
Luke Haines
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Luke Haines
Luke Haines
Producción
Phil Vinall
Phil Vinall
Producción
Pete Hoffman
Pete Hoffman
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Giles Hall
Giles Hall
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación

Letra

[Verse 1]
Some of the clothes
You stole from your lover's home
Make you glow in the dark
Make you light up the room on your own
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now
[Verse 2]
Put it all in a trust fund
She can't touch 'till she's twenty one
Amazing the cruel hand of fate
A tax loss against the state
[Verse 3]
You had to move three times this year
I'd rather be anywhere but here
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
[Verse 4]
House guest is here
Can't believe that the vanishing point appeared
Can hardly believe
People live in houses behind trees
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now
[Verse 5]
That cunt's really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You can't get so far with a perishing wit
But the money's in trust - isn't it?
[Verse 6]
What treasures can you hold and face?
You don't have the right name
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
[Verse 7]
Some of your friends
From your other life just don't belong
They're crude and they're plain
It's not their fault, it's the world they're from
[Verse 8]
You can't come here no more
Unless you use the tradesman's door
There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth
If you melt the silver - yourself
[Verse 9]
Put it all in a trust fund
She can't touch 'till she's twenty one
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
Paradise
Paradise
[Verse 10]
Some of the clothes
You stole from your lover's home
Are better than the clothes
We stole from the shops on our own
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now, now, now
Written by: Luke Haines
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