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Concerts à venir de Linda Eder
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Linda Eder
Chant
Alan Rubin
Trompette
Barry Danielian
Trompette
Carol Webb
Violon
Charles Pillow
Saxophone
Chris Komer
Cor d’harmonie
Clint de Ganon
Batterie
D.Finck
Basse acoustique
Debra Shufelt
Alto
Emily Mitchell
Harpe
Eugene Moye
Alto
George Flynn
Trombone
Jeffrey Lang
Cor d’harmonie
Jill Jaffe
Alto
Keith O’Quin
Trombone
Laura Conwesser
Flûte
Matthew Dine
Cor anglais
Peter Calo
Guitare
Robert Chausow
Violon
Robert Shaw
Violon
Robin Bushman
Violon
Roger Rosenberg
Saxophone
Scott Wendholt
Trompette
Tony Kadleck
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Merrill
Composition
Jule Styne
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Linda Eder
Production
Jeremy Roberts
Co‑production
Kim Scharnberg
Co‑production
Ron Shapiro
Production déléguée
Frank Wildhorn
Production
B. Trokan
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brian Montgomery
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chris Avedon
Assistance d’ingénierie
Frank Filipetti
Ingénierie de prise de son
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ken Freeman
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir, at least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir? I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm a rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A cinder on the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once only can die once
Right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy, juicy and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gunshot, and bam
Hey world, here I am
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir, at least I didn't fake it!
Hat, sir? I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody is gonna rain on my parade
Writer(s): Jule Styne, Bob Merrill
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