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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Tindersticks
Interprète
David Boulter
Claviers
Dickon Hinchliffe
Claviers
Neil Fraser
Guitare
Stuart Staples
Chant
Alasdair Macaulay
Batterie
Mark Colwill
Guitare basse
Andrew Nice
Violoncelle
Anna Morris
Violon
Brian Wright
Violon
Calina De La Mare
Musique
Catherine Browning
Violon
Chris Mansell
Violoncelle
Christopher Koh
Violon
Chris Worsey
Violoncelle
Colin McCann
Musique
Dave Bishop
Saxophone
David Williams
Violon
Emily Frith
Alto
Fiona Brice
Violon
Fiona Griffith
Alto
Gillon Cameron
Violon
Gina Foster
Chant
Howard Gott
Violon
Ian Burdge
Violoncelle
Norrie
Violon
Jamie Talbot
Saxophone ténor
Louise Peacock
Violon
Lucy Theo
Alto
Lucy Wilkins
Violon
Naomi Fairhurst
Alto
Neil Sidwell
Trombone
Oliver Kraus
Violoncelle
Rebecca Ware
Alto
Reiad Chibah
Alto
Rob Spriggs
Alto
Ruth Gottlieb
Violon
Sarah Button
Violon
Sarah Willson
Violoncelle
Sophie Sirota
Alto
Steve Sidwell
Trompette
Vincent Greene
Alto
Wendy De St Paer
Violon
Lhasa de Sela
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Boulter
Composition
Dickon Hinchliffe
Composition
Neil Fraser
Composition
Al Macaulay
Composition
Stuart Ashton Staples
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Stuart Staples
Production
Ian Caple
Production
Paroles
You're wasting your time coming 'round here
What got you to thinking there was something new going on?
You're wasting your time coming 'round here
What got you to thinking I had a different song?
Been lying awake all night trying to figure out
It's that old song, keeps running around in my head
You're wasting your time coming 'round here
But what's good for me is not necessarily for the best
So play it for me
Sometimes it works, sometimes it don't, you know
Some days it hurts, some days it feels real good
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it don't, you know
Some days it works so good I can't see my way home
Been climbing these old walls warning and screaming what a cheat you are
Ah, how much you mean?
'Cause nothing else comes near me, you got this trick going on
May have the sharpest chisel, the keenest eye
It's just that old song, I've only got the one
So play it for me
Sometimes it works, sometimes it don't, you know
Some days it hurts, some days it feels real good
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it don't, you know
Some days it works so good I can't see my way home
I may unscrew the top just to hear that sound
I may pour a little just to see the light shining through
A little sip, but no more
Hey, you belong to me now, don't you wander too far
So play it for me
And I'll play it for you
So play it for me
And I'll play it for you
Sometimes it works, sometimes it don't, you know
Some days it hurts, some days it feels real good
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it don't, you know
Some days it works so good...
I'm wasting my time coming 'round here
What once burned so brightly is all but smoke in the air
You're wasting your time coming 'round here
What got you to thinking I had a different song?
Written by: Al Macaulay, David Boulter, Dickon Hinchliffe, Neil Fraser, Stuart Ashton Staples

