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Wearing the Inside Out
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INTERPRÉTATION
Richard Wright
Richard Wright
Piano
David Gilmour
David Gilmour
Guitare électrique
Guy Pratt
Guy Pratt
Basse
Nick Mason
Nick Mason
Batterie
Sam Brown
Sam Brown
Chœurs
Carol Kenyon
Carol Kenyon
Chœurs
Dick Parry
Dick Parry
Saxophone ténor
Michael Kamen
Michael Kamen
Direction d’orchestre
Durga McBroom
Durga McBroom
Chœurs
Jackie Sheridan
Jackie Sheridan
Chœurs
Rebecca Leigh-White
Rebecca Leigh-White
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Richard Wright
Richard Wright
Composition
Anthony Moore
Anthony Moore
Paroles
Michael Kamen
Michael Kamen
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Gilmour
David Gilmour
Production
Bob Ezrin
Bob Ezrin
Production
James Guthrie
James Guthrie
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jacques Plante
Jacques Plante
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Andy Jackson
Andy Jackson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

From morning to night, I stayed out of sight Didn't recognize I'd become No more than alive, I'd barely survive In a word, overrun Won't hear a sound (he's curled into the corner) From my mouth (but still the screen is flickering) I've spent too long (with an endless stream of garbage) On the inside out (curse the place) My skin is cold (in a sea of random images) To the human touch (the self-destructing animal) This bleeding heart's (waiting for the waves) Not beating much (to break) I murmured a vow of silence, and now I don't even hear when I think aloud Extinguished by light, I turn on the night Wear its darkness with an empty smile I'm creeping back to life My nervous system all awry I'm wearing the inside out Look at him now, he's paler somehow But he's coming around He's starting to choke, it's been so long since he spoke Well, he can have the words right from my mouth And with these words, I can see Clear through the clouds that covered me Just give it time, then speak my name Now we can hear ourselves again I'm holding out (he's standing on the threshold) For the day (caught in fiery anger) When all the clouds (and hurled into the furnace) Have blown away (he'll curse the place) I'm with you now (he's torn in all directions) Can speak your name (and still the screen is flickering) Now we can hear (waiting for the flames) Ourselves again (to break)
Writer(s): Richard Wright, Anthony Jon Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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