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Swamp (2005 Remaster)
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INTERPRÉTATION
David Byrne
David Byrne
Guitare
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Claviers
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Chœurs
Alex Weir
Alex Weir
Guitare
Wally Badarou
Wally Badarou
Synthétiseur
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Byrne
David Byrne
Paroles/Composition
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Composition
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Composition
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Production
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Production
David Byrne
David Byrne
Illustration
Alex Sadkin
Alex Sadkin
Ingénierie de mixage
Franklin Gibson
Franklin Gibson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jay Mark
Jay Mark
Assistance d’ingénierie
John Convertino
John Convertino
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Butch Jones
Butch Jones
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

That was all Heh-heh Now let me tell you a story The devil, he has a plan A bag of bones in his pocket Get anything you want No dust and no rocks The whole thing is over All those beauties in solid motion All those beauties, they're gonna swallow you up Let's go Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi One time too many Too far to go Hi, we've come to take you home And when they split those atoms, it's hotter than the sun Blood is a special substance, and they're gonna pray for that man So wake up, young lovers The whole thing is over Watch out! Touch monkeys All that blood gonna swallow you whole Let's go Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi (oh) Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi What's that? Who's drivin'? Where we goin'? Who knows? Hi, we've come to take you home, ooh How many people do you think I am? Pretend I am somebody else You can pretend I'm a millionaire, a millionaire washin' his hands Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out A medical chart on the wall Soft violins, hands touch your throat Everyone wants to explode! Now when your hands get dirty Nobody knows you at all Don't have a window to slip out of Lights on, nobody home Click, click, see ya later Beta beta, no time to rest Pika pika, risky business All that blood'll never cover that mess Let's go! Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi So soft, hard feelings No tricks, let's go Hi, we've come to take you home Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Hi Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
Writer(s): Tina Weymouth, Chris Franz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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