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Work
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Work est sorti le 31 janvier 2025 par EastWest dans le cadre de l'album This Destination
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Date de sortie31 janvier 2025
LabelEastWest
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM106

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Gary Kemp
Gary Kemp
Chant
Florence Rawlings
Florence Rawlings
Chœurs
Izzy Chase-Philmore
Izzy Chase-Philmore
Chœurs
Toby Chapman
Toby Chapman
Claviers
Donal Lunny
Donal Lunny
Bodhrán
Chris Worsey
Chris Worsey
Violoncelle
James Douglas
James Douglas
Violoncelle
Sophie Harris
Sophie Harris
Violoncelle
W. Schofield
W. Schofield
Violoncelle
John Metcalfe
John Metcalfe
Direction d’orchestre
Stacey Watton
Stacey Watton
Contrebasse
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Violon
Bruce White
Bruce White
Alto
Helen Kamminga
Helen Kamminga
Alto
Peter Lale
Peter Lale
Alto
Reiad Chibah
Reiad Chibah
Alto
Alison Dods
Alison Dods
Violon
Ian Humphries
Ian Humphries
Violon
Louisa Fuller
Louisa Fuller
Violon
Lucy Wilkins
Lucy Wilkins
Violon
Marianne Haynes
Marianne Haynes
Violon
Natalia Bonner
Natalia Bonner
Violon
Raja Halder
Raja Halder
Violon
Richard George
Richard George
Violon
Rick Koster
Rick Koster
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gary Kemp
Gary Kemp
Composition
Toby Chapman
Toby Chapman
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
John Metcalfe
John Metcalfe
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Gary Kemp
Gary Kemp
Production
Toby Chapman
Toby Chapman
Production
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mike Horner
Mike Horner
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

[Verse 1]
My father worked in a shirt and tie
The factory floor was the place he felt alive
An old dust coat of ink and brown
Machine that roared as he pushed the lever down
And I would feel the warmth
Of the power in his hands, that he'd apply
And watched him as he worked
A man that was a hero to my eye
[Verse 2]
My mother cared for the broken few
She filled their plates and did all she could do
She'd hurry home to work some more
To smooth the sheets
To tidy up the floor
And I would feel the warmth
From everything she made here with her hand
And we would see this home
As the centre of a map, a rock to stand
[Chorus]
And she said, "Sleep my darlings, please
Put your minds at ease
Tomorrow we'll be free to start again
Ooh, again"
[Verse 3]
He grew the crops of a family life
Delivered fruits to his children and his wife
Then out of nothing, he lost his place
Things fell apart, a feeling of disgrace
And he would often wake
And ask her, "Have I given all I can?"
And felt we looked at him
To ask, "Is he the measure of a man?"
[Chorus]
And she said, "Sleep my darling, please
Put your mind at ease
Tomorrow you'll be free to start again"
[Instrumental]
And now I work in a counting house
I manage life, but only just about
I really can't complain at all
My kids, my wife
The beauty of it all
But all that I can see
Are a thousand little problems in my mind
I'm trying to make it work
I'm trying to use the tools they left behind
[Chorus]
And you say, "Sleep my darling, please
Put your mind at ease
Tomorrow you'll be free to start again
Ooh, again"
[Outro]
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Written by: Gary Kemp
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