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INTERPRÉTATION
Dispatch
Interprète
Peter Francis Heimbold
Guitare
Chad Stokes Urmston
Guitare
Bradley Joseph Corrigan
Chant
John Dragonetti
Basse
Mike Sawitzke
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Peter Francis Heimbold
Paroles/Composition
Chad Stokes Urmston
Paroles/Composition
Bradley Joseph Corrigan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Joe Visciano
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Come down low
To the ground
Let the mother breathe you down
All the spirits swirling away
Hard to tell the form that they
Take up your arms
Find your heart
Does it know what you'll do
Come and stand
Side by side
Woman, man and the battles at night
Boil that bark
Braid my hair
See that smoke hell if I care
To write all my lost brothers
Only to burn the letters
So they reach you somewhere
Be gone be gone be gone
Said the little one to the bad ways
Be gone be gone be gone
Let the fight be for another day
Dare to write all my lost brothers
Only to burn the letters
So they reach you somewhere
Be gone be gone be gone
Said the little one to the bad ways
Be gone be gone be gone
Let the fight be for another day
And i though that my mind was folding in
And I hoped that it wasn't the rain
And he spoke of holy rollers, how they glide across the hall
And he pictured them in carousels when they were two feet tall
And he wakes up in the eye of the watchmakers dirty glass
And he swims for all the decoys and the lives that they pass
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Said the little one to the bad ways
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Let the fight be for
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Said the little one to the bad ways
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Let the fight be for
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Said the little one to the bad ways
Be gone for long, till you riddle my tongue
Let the fight be for another day
Writer(s): Peter Heimbold, Chad Urmston, Bradley Corrigan
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