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Waxahatchee - Tigers Blood (Full Album) 2024
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brad Cook
Brad Cook
Basse
Katie Crutchfield
Katie Crutchfield
Chant
Natalia Chernitsky
Natalia Chernitsky
Chœurs
MJ Lenderman
MJ Lenderman
Guitare électrique
Phil Cook
Phil Cook
Banjo
Spencer Tweedy
Spencer Tweedy
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Katie Crutchfield
Katie Crutchfield
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brad Cook
Brad Cook
Production
Gerardo "Jerry" Ordóñez
Gerardo "Jerry" Ordóñez
Ingénierie de prise de son
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Natalia Chernitsky
Natalia Chernitsky
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

You come alive in the heat, you ain't crossing state lines Stood up like a crepe myrtle, can't be killed or denied Throw a brick through the window, leave your mess at my door Lord knows sooner or later it'll wash up to shore Lord knows sooner or later it'll wash up to shore You're laughing and smiling, drove my Jeep through the mud And your teeth and your tongue bright red from tiger's blood We were young for so long, seersuckers of time Drank someone else's juice, left only the rind Drank someone else's juice and left only the rind And I held it like a penny I found It might bring me something, it might weigh me down You got every excuse but it's an eerie sound Oh, when that siren blows, rings out all over town Named after a city ya ain't never seen Spellbinding copperheads banging a tambourine And it's the kiss of death, but it's the only way out Galloped up to a mirror, looked her right in the mouth Galloped up to a mirror, looked her right in the mouth I'd have skated the surface, I'd have left you alone By now truer words spoken like blood from a stone And it fills me with dread, but I've learned to ignore The smell of dust, it creeps up through the cracks in the floor Smell of dust it creeps up through the cracks in the floor And I held it like a penny I found It might bring me something, it might weigh me down You got every excuse but it's an eerie sound Oh, when that siren blows, rings out all over town When that siren blows, rings out all over town
Writer(s): Katie Crutchfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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