Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Matt Mays
Matt Mays
Voix principales
El Torpedo
El Torpedo
Interprète
Andy Patil
Andy Patil
Basse électrique
Jarrett Murphy
Jarrett Murphy
Guitare électrique
Tim Baker
Tim Baker
Batterie
Brad Conrad
Brad Conrad
Orgue
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matt Mays
Matt Mays
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Matt Mays
Matt Mays
Production
El Torpedo
El Torpedo
Production
Darren Van Neikerk
Darren Van Neikerk
Ingénierie de mixage
Charles Austin
Charles Austin
Production
Noah Mintz
Noah Mintz
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Graeme Campbell
Graeme Campbell
Production
Lil Thomas
Lil Thomas
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

It all began without warning
On a strange winter's morning
The sky turned red
The vibrations went dead
With these terrible songs on a rainy day
The pressure just started to fall
Your scene doesn't do anything for me
It doesn't do anything at all
Is the music gone?
Is it gone for good?
Its only six metal strings
On a piece of wood
And all these things goin' on in my head
Make it kinda hard to deal
Like seaweed swingin' in the ocean blue
For me, it's gotta be real
I don't care anymore
People tell me I should
They're all lookin' for hits
I'd rather lay on the hood
Of an old car
With my girlfriend
And my real friends
Until the end
I'll take you on a trip inside my soul
There you'll see the part that somebody stole
Now can you see this picture that I'm painting for you?
It's of you that your not used to
But you refuse to, don't you?
You're thinking too hard
You can't think too hard
Well, I don't care anymore
People tell me I should
They're all lookin' for hits
I'd rather lay on the hood
Of an old car
With my girlfriend
And my real friends
Until the end
It all began without warning
On a strange winter's morning
The sky turned red
The vibrations went dead
With these terrible songs on a rainy day
The pressure just started to fall
Your scene doesn't do anything for me
It doesn't do anything at all
Well, I don't care anymore
People tell me I should
They're all lookin' for hits
I'd rather lay on the hood
Of an old car
With my girlfriend
And my real friends
Until the end
With these terrible songs on a rainy day (With my girlfriend)
The pressure just started to fall (And my real friends)
Your scene doesn't do anything for me (Until the end)
It doesn't do anything at all (With my girlfriend)
Can you see this picture that I'm paintin' for you? (And my real friends)
It's of you that your not used to (Until the end)
But you refuse to, don't you? You're thinking too hard (With my girlfriend)
You can't think too hard (And my real friends)
And all these things goin' on in my head (Until the end)
Make it so hard to deal (Until the end)
Like seaweed swingin' in the ocean blue (Until the end)
For me, it's gotta be real (Until the end)
Written by: Matt Mays
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