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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Cornell
Voix principales
Jeff Ament
Basse
Matt Cameron
Batterie
Mike McCready
Guitare électrique
Stone Gossard
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Cornell
Paroles/Composition
Temple of the Dog
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Temple of the Dog
Production
Rick Parashar
Production
Don Gilmore
Ingénieries complémentaires
Ken Perry
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Well, I had a dream the other night
You were in a bar in the corner, on a chair
Wearing a long, white leather coat
Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
And you said, "Hey this is where I'm gonna sit
And buy you a drink someday
Well, you were going to the dog shows
But you kinda lost your way
Now you said, "Now I got all this room
And no money to decorate it"
So you got some local customer
Put you in touch with the man upstairs
But he said, "Little man, you got no business"
Being all frustrated
Ooh, you gotta rest
You gotta rest, you gotta rest
You gotta reach down
And pick the crowd up
Oh, I wanna reach down
And pick the crowd up
Carry back in my hand
To the promised land
To the promised land
Ooh, I had an angel shine my wings
She said, "Nothin' but the best for the golden boy"
And she made me promise not to tell
I had her under a spell
Singing golden words in a broken voice
Now I caught a blessing on the wind
I'm feelin' lighter than a breath from a dove
I got no hands to tie behind my back
And I'm sparking like a heart attack
And I got room to spread my wings
And my messages is of love, yeah-yeah
Love was my drug
But that's not what I died of
So don't you think of me
Cryin' louder than some billion dollar baby
Ooh, I wanna rest
I wanna rest, I wanna rest
I wanna reach down
And pick the crowd up
I wanna reach down
And pick the crowd up
Carry back in my hand
To the promised land
To the promised land
To the promised land
Yeah, I wanna reach down
Oh yeah, and pick the crowd up
(I wanna reach down) I wanna reach down
(And pick the crowd up)
And pick the crowd up
(Carry back in my hand) hand
(To the promised land)
To the promised land
(To the promised land) ooh, yeah
Ahh, oh
Writer(s): Christopher Cornell
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