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INTERPRÉTATION
Jack Johnson
Chant
Printz Board
Trompette
Tim Izo Orindgreff
Saxophone
Ron Fair
Direction des cordes
Endre Granat
Violon
Natalie Leggett
Violon
Phillip Levy
Violon
Jackie Brand
Violon
Charlie Bisharat
Violon
Joel Derouin
Violon
Mario Deleon
Violon
Rene Mandel
Violon
Julie Gigante
Violon
Katia Popov
Violon
Josefina Vergara
Violon
Tammy Hatwan
Violon
Alan Grunfield
Violon
Sid Page
Violon
Songa Lee
Violon
Roberto Cani
Violon
Sarah Thornblade
Violon
Brian Dembow
Alto
Simon Oswell
Alto
Matt Funes
Alto
Vicki Miskolczy
Alto
Steve Erdody
Violoncelle
David Low
Violoncelle
Suzie Katayama
Violoncelle
Cécilia Tsan
Violoncelle
will.i.am
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jack Johnson
Paroles/Composition
William Adams
Paroles/Composition
Ron Fair
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tal Herzberg
Ingénierie
Jack Joseph Puig
Ingénierie de mixage
will.i.am
Production
Paroles
Johnny want to be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues
He's singing songs about material things
And platinum rings and watches that go bling
But, diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now, but he ain't singing from the heart
Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart
'Cause his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doing what he did from the start
And that's putting in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Cash in his love for material
And it's gone, gone, going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone
You see yourself in the mirror
And you feel safe 'cause it looks familiar
But you afraid to open up your soul
'Cause you don't really know, don't really know
Who is, the person that's deep within
'Cause you are content with just being the name brand man
And you fail to see that its trivial
Insignificant, you addicted to material
I've seen your kind before
Your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with incense sticks
With them vegetarian meals
To you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
You need to go out to life and look
'Cause, what happens when they take your material
And you already sold your soul
And it's gone, gone, going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone
You say that time is money and money is time
So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind
But what about, that crime that you did to get paid
And what about, that bid, you can't take it to your brain
Why you on about those shoes you'll wear today?
They'll do no good on the bridges you've walked along the way
All that money that you got gon' be gone
That gear that you rock gon' be gone
The house up on the hill gon' be gone
The gold, on your grill gon' be gone
The ice on your wrist gon' be gone
That nice little Miss gon' be gone
That whip that you roll gon' be gone
And what's worst is your soul already gone
And it's gone, gone, going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone
Writer(s): William Adams, Jack Hody Johnson
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