Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Donovan Lawrence
Donovan Lawrence
Chœurs
Stephanie Meade
Stephanie Meade
Chœurs
Geo Onaymake
Geo Onaymake
Chœurs
London Community Gospel Choir
London Community Gospel Choir
Chœur
Ase Bergstrom
Ase Bergstrom
Chœurs
Lena Palmer
Lena Palmer
Chœurs
Wendy Rose
Wendy Rose
Chœurs
Martyn P. Casey
Martyn P. Casey
Guitare basse
Jim Sclavunos
Jim Sclavunos
Percussion
Thomas Wydler
Thomas Wydler
Percussion
Mick Harvey
Mick Harvey
Guitare
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Chant
James Johnston
James Johnston
Orgue
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis
Paroles/Composition
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Paroles/Composition
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Damon Iddins
Damon Iddins
Ingénierie de mixage
Martyn P. Casey
Martyn P. Casey
Production
Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis
Production
Lars Fox
Lars Fox
Ingénierie de montage
Jim Sclavunos
Jim Sclavunos
Production
Mick Harvey
Mick Harvey
Production
Ian Cooper
Ian Cooper
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nick Launay
Nick Launay
Production
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Production
James Johnston
James Johnston
Production
Conway Savage
Conway Savage
Production
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Production

Paroles

The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car
Drifting down into the abattoir
Do you see what I see, dear?
The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath
Entwined together in this culture of death
Do you see what I see, dear?
Slide on over here, let me give you a squeeze
To avert this unholy evolutionary trajectory
Can you hear what I hear, babe?
Does it make you feel afraid?
Everything's dissolving, babe, just according to plan
The sky is on fire, the dead are heaped across the land
I went to bed last night and my moral code got jammed
I woke up this morning with a Frappuccino in my hand
I kissed you once. I kissed you again
My heart it tumbled like the stock exchange
Do you feel what I feel, dear?
Mass extinction, darling, hypocrisy
These things are not good for me
Do you see what I see, dear?
The line the God throws down to you and me
Makes a pleasing geometry
Shall we leave this place now, dear?
Is there someway out of here?
I wake with the sparrows and I hurry off to work
The need for validation, babe, gone completely berserk
I wanted to be your Superman but I turned out such a jerk
I got the abattoir blues
I got the abattoir blues
I got the abattoir blues
Right down to my shoes
Written by: Nick Cave, Warren Ellis
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