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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Fisherman's Friends
Musique
Rupert Christie
Interprète
Billy Hawkins
Chant
Bright Songs Ltd.
Interprète
Jeremy Brown
Chant
John Brown
Chant
John Lethbridge
Chant
John McDonnell
Chant
Jon Cleave
Chant
Julian Brown
Chant
Nigel Sherratt
Chant
Peter Rowe
Chant
Trevor Grills
Chant
Jon Bishop
Guitare acoustique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rupert Christie
Composition
Ian W. Brown
Composition
Bright Songs Ltd.
Co‑arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Rupert Christie
Ingénierie de mixage
Simon King
Production déléguée
Dick Beetham
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ian W. Brown
Production déléguée
Sam Burden
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Scott Wesley Brown
Production déléguée
Paroles
Come, all you no hopers,
you jokers and rogues
we're on the road to nowhere,
let's find out where it goes
It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows
Come, all you no hopers,
you jokers and rogues.
Leave all your furrows in the fields where they lie
Your factories and offices;
kiss them all goodbye
Have a little faith in the dream maker in the sky
There's glory in believing him
and it's all in the beholder's eye.
Turn off your engines and slow down your wheels
Suddenly your master plan loses its appeal
Everybody knows that this reality's not real
So raise a glass to all things past and celebrate how good it feels.
Awash on the sea of our own vanity
We should rejoice in our individuality
Though it's gale force, let's steer a course for sanity
Writer(s): Rupert Christie, Tom Gilbert
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