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Simply Red - Jericho (Official Video)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Mick Hucknall
Mick Hucknall
Voix principales
Chris Joyce
Chris Joyce
Batterie
Fritz McIntyre
Fritz McIntyre
Claviers
Tim Kellett
Tim Kellett
Trompette
Tony Bowers
Tony Bowers
Basse
Ronnie Ross
Ronnie Ross
Saxophone baryton
Ian Dickson
Ian Dickson
Saxophone ténor
Sylvan Richardson
Sylvan Richardson
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mick Hucknall
Mick Hucknall
Paroles/Composition
Chris Joyce
Chris Joyce
Arrangement
David Fryman
David Fryman
Arrangement
Fritz McIntyre
Fritz McIntyre
Arrangement
Tim Kellett
Tim Kellett
Arrangement
Tony Bowers
Tony Bowers
Arrangement
Sylvan Richardson
Sylvan Richardson
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Dickie
Chris Dickie
Assistance d’ingénierie
Arun Chakraverty
Arun Chakraverty
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Stewart Levine
Stewart Levine
Production
Femi Jjiya
Femi Jjiya
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing I'll make you a career in the business I'm in I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy I'll make you turn over into my little boy Y'see, I'm going somewhere I don't know what I'm gonna do when, when I get there You know money's a thing, your only inspiration And your only meaning You must think that all I do Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you You can fall when I will climb But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind Mend that fight, oh listen to them Kickin' up a ball inside a Jericho wall Mend that fight, it's all twisted through them If you ain't rich then you won't go to the ball Having mercy and licking up love And moving through your ocean like I've never had enough Y'see, you ain't all I want You're everything and more that I have ever hoped for You must think that all I do Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you You can fall when I will climb But I'll be falling over just by having you in mind Mend that fight, oh listen to them Kickin' up a ball inside a Jericho wall Mend that fight, it's twisted through them I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go, you won't go You won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go, you won't go You won't go to the ball Yeah, well you must think that all I do Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you You can fall when I will climb But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind Mend that fight, oh listen to them Kickin' up a ball outside a Number 10 wall Mend that fight, it's twisted through them I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball, no more You won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go, you won't go You won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go, you won't go You won't go to the ball Yeah, if you ain't got nothing, oh nothing You'll never go there, you'll never go there Oh, if you ain't got nothing, yeah You'll never go there, you'll never go there I tried to make you see I tell you, I'd had enough Money was a thing, money was a thing Money was a thing that I believed in I tried to make you see I tell you, I'd had enough Money was a thing, money was a thing Money, money, money, money, money, money, money You know I may (you know I may) Money was a thing, money was a thing Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money was a thing, money was a thing Money, money, money, money, money, money, money You'll never go there Money was a thing Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Money was a thing Money, money, money, money, money, money, money... Oh yeah Money was a thing, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Writer(s): Michael James Hucknall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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