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Waves
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Country
Waves est sorti le 23 mai 2025 par Mercury Nashville dans le cadre de l'album To Make You Cry - EP
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Date de sortie23 mai 2025
LabelMercury Nashville
LanguageEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM111

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Chant
Paul Defiglia
Paul Defiglia
Guitare basse
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal steel guitar
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Composition
David Ray Stevens
David Ray Stevens
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Production
Dave "Squirrel" Covell
Dave "Squirrel" Covell
Ingénierie de mixage
Rico Csabai
Rico Csabai
Production
Justin Shturtz
Justin Shturtz
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Ingénierie de mixage immersif

Paroles

You can’t see it in the daylight
It only comes out in the night time
After the whiskey and the red wine
Starts to drown my soul
I get lit and light another
So many things I want to smother
But then I think about my mother
And breaking her heart makes me choke
Feels like I’m walking on a tightrope
Lord help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I’m digging my own grave
I’m just trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
Against the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
I just want to be a good man
I just want to be a good friend
Lord, I’m doing the best I can
Feels like I’m barely getting by
I hope you know I love you
I hope you’ll always love me too
I done the best that I know how to do
I pray I’ll get there with some time
Feels like I’m walking on a tightrope
Lord help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I’m digging my own grave
I’m just trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
Against the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
Baptized by fire
Live by the gun
Haunted by ghosts of the wrong that I’ve done
Hung out to dry
Washed by the blood
End of the line
I got nowhere to run
Feels like I’m walking on a tightrope
Lord help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I’m digging my own grave
I been trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
Against the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
Written by: David Ray Stevens, Evan Bartels
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