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INTERPRÉTATION
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Contrebasse
John Parricelli
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Colin Stetson
Saxophone
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Gilmour
Composition
Polly Samson
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Gilmour
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Phil Manzanera
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Andy Jackson
Ingénierie de mixage
Damon Iddins
Assistance d’ingénierie
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Kevin Madigan
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Ingénierie de mastérisation
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Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
She mesmerizes with a smile
Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon
That girl in the canary yellow dress
Says yes
She flips a pack of cigarettes
He doesn't smoke, but he takes one nonetheless
It helps to keep his motives true, Gauloise-blue
What else is the poor boy supposed to do?
She dances like a flame
Words unheard
Eyes closed and yellow dress
Whirls and swirls
It's late, the hour's growing horns
The band seems to draw her ever closer
This girl gets right down in the groove, woos and moves
Leads him on to where they play the blues
She dances like a flame
Has no cares, yellow dress flares
Eyes closed, arms above
She shakes, swirls and snakes
Too late in this folie à trois
He sees that her heart is pounding for
Big daddy who falls down to his knees, begging her please
Lifts his sax, says, "Here's my little tease"
Her dancing sets the place on fire
Heaven and hell
The flames curl up his spine
As she shakes, whirls and snakes
Writer(s): David Jon Gilmour, Polly Anne Samson
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