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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Talking Heads
Interprète
Chris Frantz
Batterie
David Byrne
Claviers
Jerry Harrison
Claviers
Tina Weymouth
Basse
Stan Harrison
Saxophone alto
Lenny Pickett
Saxophone ténor
Angel Fernandez
Trompette
Steve Elson
Saxophone baryton
Abou M'Boup
Percussion
Earl Gardner
Trompette
Yves N'jock
Guitare
Wally Badarou
Claviers
Robyn Eubanks
Sacqueboute
Laurie Frink
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Frantz
Paroles/Composition
David Byrne
Paroles/Composition
Jerry Harrison
Paroles/Composition
Tina Weymouth
Paroles/Composition
Lenny Pickett
Arrangement de cors
Angel Fernandez
Arrangement de cors
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Frantz
Production
David Byrne
Production
Jerry Harrison
Production
Tina Weymouth
Production
NICK DELRE
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jean-Loup Morette
Assistance d’ingénierie
Joseph Williams
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jack Skinner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Steve Lillywhite
Production
Mark Wallis
Ingénierie de mixage
Fernando Kral
Ingénierie d’overdubbing
Richard Manwaring
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
Signs, signs are lost
Signs disappeared
Turn invisible
Got no sign
Somebody got busted
Got a face of stone and a
Ghostwritten biography
Dogs started rushin' in
Hungry for some food
Dogs started twitching
And they're looking at you
It was light by five
Torn all apart
All in the name of democracy
He's hurt, he's dying
Claimed he was a terrorist
Claimed to avert a catastrophe
Someone should've told him
That the buck stops here
No one ever said
That he was involved with thieves
They're blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
No sense of harmony, no sense of time
Don't mention harmony, say
"What is it? What is it? What is it?"
Give a little shock, and he raises his hand
Somebody shouts out, says
"What is it? What is it? What is it?"
He was shot down in the night!
People ride by but his body's still alive
The girl in the window, what has she done?
She looks down at me and says
"I don't wanna die!"
And I'm blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Somebody could have told us where they go
Crawling all around looking for foot, foot, footprints
Now tell me what the hell have we become?
Some dirty little bastards, what the hell is going on?
No sense of harmony, no sense of time
Don't mention harmony, say
"What is it? What is it? What is it?"
Give a little shock, and he raises his hand
Somebody shouts out, says
"What is it? What is it? What is it?"
He was shot down in the night
People ride by but his body's still alive
Girl in the window what has she done?
She looks down at me and says
"I don't want to die!"
An' it's blind and they're blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
And I'm blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Writer(s): David Byrne, Tina Weymouth, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison
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