Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Matt Shultz
Chant
Brad Shultz
Guitare
Matthan Minster
Claviers
Jared Champion
Batterie
Daniel Tichenor
Basse
Nick Bockrath
Guitare
Kyle Davis
Percussion
John Hill
Programmation
Gina Corso
Violon
Lisa Dodlinger
Violon
Mario Deleon
Violon
Sara Parkins
Violon
Kerenza Peacock
Violon
Charlie Bisharat
Violon
Leah Katz
Alto
Andrew Duckles
Alto
Jacob Braun
Violoncelle
Ginger Murphy
Violoncelle
Dave Stone
Contrebasse
The W. Crimm Singers
Chœurs
Katie Schecter
Chœurs
David Campbell
Direction d’orchestre
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matt Shultz
Paroles/Composition
Brad Shultz
Paroles/Composition
Matthan Minster
Paroles/Composition
Jared Champion
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Tichenor
Paroles/Composition
Nick Bockrath
Paroles/Composition
John Hill
Paroles/Composition
David Campbell
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
John Hill
Production
Rob Cohen
Ingénierie
Jeremy Ferguson
Ingénierie
Tom Elmhirst
Ingénierie de mixage
Randy Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Soft glow on the city
She said, "There's no one here who can touch you now"
Caught the last flight out of LAX
With your one-way ticket, New York-bound
Climb so high, don't make a sound
Don't you forget what goes up must come down
Climb so high, tell me how it feels
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
On the phone you sound shifty
You say that you're at home, alone right now
But in the background there's a muffled laugh
As you spin that wool and pull it down
Climb so high, don't hear a sound
Don't you forget what goes around, comes around
Climb so high, tell me how to feel
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
Says it should be gone, at least it was this time
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Writer(s): Matthan Megrew Minster, Nicholas Bockrath, Jared Champion, Bradley Shultz, Matthew Shultz, Daniel Tichenor
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