album cover
Fledgling
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En tournée
Folk
Fledgling est sorti le 15 juin 2018 par Under Control Entertainment, ltd. dans le cadre de l'album Old Stock
album cover
Date de sortie15 juin 2018
LabelUnder Control Entertainment, ltd.
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM100

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Chant
Graham Scott
Graham Scott
Claviers
Jamie Kronick
Jamie Kronick
Batterie
Zoe Aqua
Zoe Aqua
Violon
Chris Weatherstone
Chris Weatherstone
Saxophone
John Davis
John Davis
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Paroles/Composition
Christian Barry
Christian Barry
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tony Maimone
Tony Maimone
Ingénierie
Todd Carder
Todd Carder
Ingénierie
Aaron Nevezie
Aaron Nevezie
Ingénierie
Philip Shaw Bova
Philip Shaw Bova
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Graham Scott
Graham Scott
Production

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Once there was a mama bird, flew across the sea
Carrying a fledgling young while loft upon the breeze
The time had come to migrate as a chill fell on the land
The fledglings were to weak to fly, to young to understand
[Verse 2]
Mama took them on her back, the three into the sky
And set upon a journey with a prayer and sigh
[Verse 3]
Mama, where do we fly?
Where are we welcome
And where will we thrive?
Mama, where do we fly?
Where are we going
And will we survive?
[Verse 4]
The journey was exhausting but alas a shore was found
The fledglings leapt off mama as she crashed into the ground
It took some time to learn how to adapt to new clim'
The food was found in shelter and it felt stable in time
[Verse 5]
The family was grateful to survive another day
But they missed the life they had and all their friends so far away
[Verse 6]
Mama, where do we fly?
Where are we welcome
And where will we thrive?
Mama, where do we fly?
Where are we going
And will we survive?
[Verse 7]
These years passed other families from other far off lands
Began to cross the ocean and to wash up on the sand
The fledglings and their neighbors found themselves to be as one
And scarcely could identify with new birds on the run
[Verse 8]
They feared that all the new birds would bring violence and disease
Despite our old familiar song aloft up on the breeze
[Verse 9]
Mama, where do we fly?
Where are we welcome
And where will we thrive?
Mama, where do we fly?
Where are we going
And will we survive?
Written by: Ben Caplan, Christian Barry
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