Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Rodriguez
Chant
Dennis Coffey
Guitare électrique
Andrew Louis Smith
Batterie
Bob Babbitt
Basse
Bob Pangborn
Percussion
Carl Raetz
Trombone
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mike Theodore
Écriture
Dennis Coffey
Arrangement
Sixto Diaz Rodríguez
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike Theodore
Production
Dennis Coffey
Production
Milan Bogdan
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ray Hall
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by your own thirst
In those pleasures that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak?
And you claim you got something going
Something you call unique
But I've seen your self-pity showing
As the tears rolled down your cheeks
Soon you know I'll leave you
And I'll never look behind
'Cause I was born for the purpose
That crucifies your mind
So con-convince your mirror
As you've always done before
Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more
And you assume you got something to offer
Secrets shiny and new
But how much of you is repetition
That you didn't whisper to him too?
Writer(s): Sixto Diaz Rodriguez
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