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Hands Held High - Linkin Park (Minutes To Midnight)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Guitare principale
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Chœurs
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Batterie
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Claviers
Suzie Katayama
Suzie Katayama
Violoncelle
Oscar Hidalgo
Oscar Hidalgo
Contrebasse
Andrew Picken
Andrew Picken
Alto
Matthew "Matt" Funes
Matthew "Matt" Funes
Alto
Armen Garabedian
Armen Garabedian
Violon
Charlie Bisharat
Charlie Bisharat
Violon
Gerardo Hilera
Gerardo Hilera
Violon
Josefina Vergara
Josefina Vergara
Violon
Julian Hallmark
Julian Hallmark
Violon
Mario Deleon
Mario Deleon
Violon
Natalie Leggett
Natalie Leggett
Violon
Sara Parkins
Sara Parkins
Violon
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Chœurs
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Basse
David Campbell
David Campbell
Direction d’orchestre
Songa Lee‐Kitto
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Paroles/Composition
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Paroles/Composition
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Paroles/Composition
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Paroles/Composition
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Paroles/Composition
David Campbell
David Campbell
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
George Gumbs
George Gumbs
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas Fournier
Nicolas Fournier
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Production
Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
Ingénierie
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Ingénierie
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Ingénierie
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Ingénierie de mixage
Erich Talaba
Erich Talaba
Ingénierie
Dave Collins
Dave Collins
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Production

Paroles

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin' Lightweight step it aside when we comin' Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin People on the street, they panic and start runnin Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin Fuck that! I want to see some fists pumpin Risk somethin', take back what's yours Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before Like I'm stupid standin for what I'm standin for Like this war's really just a different brand of war Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor Like they understand you in the back of the jet When you can't put gas in your tank These fuckers are laughin their way to the bank and cashin' the check Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect For a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stutterin and mumblin for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watchin at the end of the day In their livin room laughin like, "What did he say?"
Writer(s): Brad Delson, Mike Shinoda, Joseph Hahn, Chester Charles Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, David Farrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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