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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Interprète
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Guitare
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Interprète
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Interprète
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Synthétiseur
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitare
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Interprète
Alfreda Gerald
Alfreda Gerald
Interprète
Ben H. Allen
Ben H. Allen
Programmation
Charles Antonio Hightower
Charles Antonio Hightower
Interprète
DAVID McGOWAN
DAVID McGOWAN
Basse
Joe Gransden
Joe Gransden
Trompette
Kevin Hyde
Kevin Hyde
Trombone
Natasha D. Evans
Natasha D. Evans
Interprète
Tanya Smith
Tanya Smith
Interprète
Will Scruggs
Will Scruggs
Saxophone
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Composition
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Composition
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Paroles/Composition
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Paroles/Composition
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composition
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Paroles/Composition
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ben H. Allen
Ben H. Allen
Production
Tony Doogan
Tony Doogan
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Lying on my bed, I was reading French With the light too bright for my senses From this hiding place life was way too much It was loud and rough round the edges So I faced the wall when an old man called Out of dreams that I would die there But a sight unseen, you were pulling strings You had a different idea I was like a child, I was light as straw And my father lifted me up there Took me to a place where they checked my body My soul was floating in thin air I clung to the bed and I clung to the past I clung to the welcome darkness But at the end of the night there's a green green light It's the quiet before the madness There was a girl that sang like the chime of a bell And she put out her arm, she touched me when I was in hell When I was in hell Someone sang a song and I sang along Cause I knew the words from my childhood Intellect, ambition they fell away And they locked me up for my own good But I didn't mind, cause the silence was kind It spoke to me in whispers There was the sound of the wind and the cold cold dawn And the quiet hum of business Let me dangle awhile in this waiting room I don't need to go, I don't need to know what you're doing Know what you're doing Lying on my side you were half awake And your face was tired and crumpled If I had a camera I'd snap you now Cause there's beauty in every stumble We are out of practice we're out of sight On the edge of nobody's empire And if we live by books and we live by hope Does that make us targets for gunfire? Now I look at you, you're a mother of two You're a quiet revolution Marching with the crowd, singing dirty and loud For the people's emancipation Did I do okay, did I pave the way? Was I strong when you were wanting? I was tied to the yoke with a decent bloke Who was stern but never daunting And he told me to push and he made me feel well He told to me to leave that vision of hell to the dying Oh to the dying
Writer(s): Richard Colburn, Robert Kildea, Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Sarah Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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