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INTERPRÉTATION
Tindersticks
Tindersticks
Interprète
Stuart Staples
Stuart Staples
Chant
Neil Fraser
Neil Fraser
Guitare
Mark Colwill
Mark Colwill
Basse
Dickon Hinchliffe
Dickon Hinchliffe
Violon
Al Macaulay
Al Macaulay
Batterie
Terry Edwards
Terry Edwards
Interprète
Rosie Lindsell
Rosie Lindsell
Direction d’orchestre
Clare Parkholm
Clare Parkholm
Violoncelle
Annabelle Simmons
Annabelle Simmons
Violoncelle
Andrew Skrimshire
Andrew Skrimshire
Violoncelle
Sarah Wilson
Sarah Wilson
Violoncelle
Hannah Bliss
Hannah Bliss
Alto
Maritza Bulcock
Maritza Bulcock
Alto
Ann Louise Child
Ann Louise Child
Alto
David Boulter
David Boulter
Orgue
Kate Fraser
Kate Fraser
Alto
Samie Pullman
Samie Pullman
Alto
Heather Broadbent
Heather Broadbent
Violon
Vic Evans
Vic Evans
Violon
Zillah Hawley
Zillah Hawley
Violon
Suzanna Horne
Suzanna Horne
Violon
Tanja Housten
Tanja Housten
Violon
Becky Leetch
Becky Leetch
Violon
Caroline Luckhurst
Caroline Luckhurst
Violon
Kate MacKenzie
Kate MacKenzie
Violon
Suzannah Marsden
Suzannah Marsden
Violon
Jeff Moore
Jeff Moore
Violon
Julie Nicholau
Julie Nicholau
Violon
Louise Walters
Louise Walters
Violon
Amanda Westgarth
Amanda Westgarth
Violon
Lucy Wilkins
Lucy Wilkins
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Stuart Staples
Stuart Staples
Composition
Neil Fraser
Neil Fraser
Composition
Mark Colwill
Mark Colwill
Composition
David Boulter
David Boulter
Composition
Alistair McAuley
Alistair McAuley
Composition
Tindersticks
Tindersticks
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
Terry Edwards
Terry Edwards
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tindersticks
Tindersticks
Production
Ian Caple
Ian Caple
Production

Paroles

I had shoes full of holes When you first took me in The path that you led Was straight to your bed There's no cots to sleep in And you showed me Who I was running from As if I had not known all along Oh, my old feet They know this hard street Stay like old friends They're flat on the ground There's no further down There's no cots to sleep in So come in Leave them outside the door Tear off the paper Tear off the carpet off the floor And I know you're hurting And I can't be there for you And I know you're hurting And I can't be there no more I had shoes full of holes When you first took me in I had callouses, not sores And I'd like to keep them So go turn those sheets Get back on the street There's nothing more I can bring to you They are scared of the door Afraid of the floor Well, I'll go and walk right through And I'll show you Who I've been running from It's the feeling of waking And it's gone And I know you're hurting And I can't be there for you I know you're hurting When I can't be there no more I had shoes full of holes When you first took me in I had callouses, not sores And I'd like to keep them Oh, my old feet They know this hard street They're like old friends They're flat on the ground There's no further down There's no cots to sleep in So come in Leave them outside the door Tear off the paper Tear off the carpet off the floor And I know you're hurting And I can't be there for you I know you're hurting That I can't be there no more I had shoes full of holes When you first took me in I had callouses, not sores And I'd like to keep them So go turn those sheets Get back on the street There's nothing more I can bring to you They are scared of the door Afraid of the floor Well, I'll go and walk right through And I'll show you Who I've been running from It's the feeling of waking And it's gone
Writer(s): Stuart Ashton Staples, Dickon James Hinchliffe, David Boulter, Alasdair Macaulay, Neil Timothy Fraser, Mark Anthony Stephen Colwill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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