Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jed Davis
Jed Davis
Voix principales
Mike Keaney
Mike Keaney
Voix principales
John Roberts
John Roberts
Voix principales
Alex Dubovoy
Alex Dubovoy
Guitare électrique
CJ Ramone
CJ Ramone
Chœurs
Domenic Maltempi
Domenic Maltempi
Voix principales
Bradley Dean
Bradley Dean
Voix principales
Bryan Thomas
Bryan Thomas
Chœurs
Jessy Moss
Jessy Moss
Chœurs
Miss Guy
Miss Guy
Chœurs
Lindsey Anderson
Lindsey Anderson
Chœurs
Heather Maloney
Heather Maloney
Chœurs
Wendy Ip
Wendy Ip
Chœurs
Dicky Barrett
Dicky Barrett
Chœurs
Shea Diamond
Shea Diamond
Chœurs
Matthew Bair
Matthew Bair
Chœurs
Pablo Arruda
Pablo Arruda
Basse électrique
Adam Alesi
Adam Alesi
Batterie
Nuno Silva
Nuno Silva
Dulcimer
Ayran Nicodemo
Ayran Nicodemo
Violon
Damian Bolotin
Damian Bolotin
Violon
Mt Aditya Srinivasan
Mt Aditya Srinivasan
Tabla
João Paulo Drumond
João Paulo Drumond
Congas
Isaku Kageyama
Isaku Kageyama
Batterie
Davi Mello
Davi Mello
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jed Davis
Jed Davis
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jed Davis
Jed Davis
Production
John Delehanty
John Delehanty
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tim Latham
Tim Latham
Ingénierie de mixage
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Will Borza
Will Borza
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

DJ:
Can you feel it? Are we there yet?
Okay, if you insist... let's go to the place where all choices are made... where nothing is real and everything is permitted.
You've heard of this place. It's called...
NOW!
YUPPIE #2:
This is how it feels to have it all
YUPPIE #3:
A place to call our own
YUPPIE #4:
In the greatest city in
YUPPIE #1, YUPPIE #4:
this world!
YUPPIE #3:
Exiled from here one month ago
Now we run this fuckin show
GRUB:
Oh Lord, how did this come to pass?
YUPPIE #4:
Money talks, you junkie asshole.
YUPPIES:
It's life, get over it
Stocks go up, stocks go down
YUPPIE #3:
Lose your shirt? Shake off that frown!
YUPPIES:
Just get back up and rock this town!
What goes around shall come around
It's life, get over it
YUPPIE #2:
Three weeks since Painter-Boy was last seen
When the bartender married that weird drag queen
YUPPIE #3:
While the punk chick and that whackjob Jonah
Do nothing but get it on in the corner
YUPPIE #4:
And here we are, with the famous Grub
Who spends most of his time on the floor of the club
YUPPIES:
Where's your backup now?
JONAH, VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CHRIS, SPROCKET:
Look up, look up, look up, it's sundown
YUPPIES:
It's life, get over it
It's life, get over it
That's life
D:
If you want me to leave you alone, I can leave you alone
I'm getting going
The shine is gone, the seams are showing
I can't keep playing this shit with you
I've got better things to do
If you want me to leave you alone, I can leave you alone
Go on, ignore me
A million more are out there for me
I'm looking out for someone new
I've got better things to do
I come on so together, but I always leave alone
Conversation seems so easy on the phone
GRUB:
I call my muse
For I need to get laid
To get laid, I need a chick
To get a chick, I must look cool
To look cool, I need to lie
To lie creatively, I must have drugs
To take my drugs, I need some space
A tiny space, an empty space
A bathroom stall would serve me fine
So hurry up, you motherfuckers
Hurry up, you motherfuckers
Hurry up, you motherfuckers
Hurry up and I'll get mine
D:
If you want me to leave you alone, I can leave you alone
See? I'm still going
The shine is gone, the seams are showing
But I won't crawl back to you
I've got better things to do
Oh, every night the last thing that I think of is your name
And every night my dreams are all the same:
Everybody stops and looks up at the building
Frozen by a gesture and a whisper
Thirteen floors above them, I am standing on the ledge
Someone shouts Jumper! and runs for a payphone
9-1-1 will make it all better
But before the cops can get there, I step off the edge
The world spills and runs
The air turns to sound
And I call out to you
Oh the whole way down
But if you want me to leave you alone, I can leave you alone
GRUB:
This is how it feels to have it all
D:
You just don't get it
GRUB:
Shaky knees and aching ankles
D:
As time goes on, you will regret it
GRUB:
Hanging head and film over my eyes
D:
I can't keep playing this shit with you
I've got better things to do
GRUB, D:
I want to break the chain of days
I want to rise and shine
I want to choose, I want to move
I want to rise and shine
I want to break the chain of days
I want to rise and shine
I want to rise and
GRUB: If you want me to leave you alone, I can leave you alone
I don't want trouble.
D:
You shut your mouth. You don't know trouble.
Now march your ass back down those stairs
And cook your fixcause no one cares.
GRUB:
You think that's what this is?
Oh man, the things that you don't know
Just step away from the skylight, dude, and go.
This is how it feels to have it all
GRUB, YUPPIES:
This is how it feels to have it all
GRUB, YUPPIES, D:
This is how it feels to have it all
GRUB, YUPPIES, D, JONAH, VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CHRIS, SPROCKET, TANK, CARLA
A pile of options too high to understand
A checklist ticked down to the end, oh
I want to break the chain of days
I want to rise and shine
I want to choose, I want to move
I want to rise and shine
I want to be what you are to me
I want to rise and shine
I want to choose I want to move
I want to rise and shine
D, GRUB:
If you want me to leave you alone, I can
leave you alone
JONAH, VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CHRIS, SPROCKET, TANK, CARLA, YUPPIES:
I want to break the chain of days
D:
I'm getting going
GRUB:
With this needle, I thee dose
JONAH, VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CHRIS, SPROCKET, TANK, CARLA, YUPPIES:
I want to rise and shine
D:
The shine is gone, the seams are showing
GRUB:
With this needle, I thee overdose
JONAH, VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CHRIS, SPROCKET, TANK, CARLA, YUPPIES:
I want to rise and
D:
I won't keep playing this shit with you
GRUB:
Now step aside and let me do what I have to do
JONAH, VICTORIA, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, PRICE, CHRIS, SPROCKET, TANK, CARLA, YUPPIES:
Falling through the skylight
Twilight in the city of gold.
Written by: Jed Davis
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