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