Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Guitare
David Sanborn
David Sanborn
Saxophone alto
Arno Lucas
Arno Lucas
Chœurs
Joe Turano
Joe Turano
Chœurs
Leslie Smith
Leslie Smith
Chœurs
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Saxophone ténor
Chuck Rainey
Chuck Rainey
Basse
Art Rodriguez
Art Rodriguez
Batterie
Steve Gadd
Steve Gadd
Batterie
Victor Feldman
Victor Feldman
Percussion
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Trompette
Randy Brecker
Randy Brecker
Trompette
David Kalish
David Kalish
Guitare
Weldon Parks
Weldon Parks
Guitare
Howard Feiten
Howard Feiten
Guitare
Steve Lukather
Steve Lukather
Guitare
Sal Bernardi
Sal Bernardi
Chant
Clarence McDonald
Clarence McDonald
Claviers
Neil Larsen
Neil Larsen
Claviers
Randy Kerber
Randy Kerber
Claviers
Russell Ferrante
Russell Ferrante
Claviers
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Synthétiseur
Michael Boddicker
Michael Boddicker
Synthétiseur
Rob Mounsey
Rob Mounsey
Synthétiseur
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Paroles/Composition
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Orchestration
Ralph Burns
Ralph Burns
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Russ Titelman
Russ Titelman
Production
Lenny Waronker
Lenny Waronker
Production
Elliot Scheiner
Elliot Scheiner
Ingénierie
Ken Deane
Ken Deane
Ingénierie
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Loyd Clifft
Loyd Clifft
Ingénierie
Mark Linett
Mark Linett
Ingénierie
Steven Ettinger
Steven Ettinger
Ingénierie
JoAnn Tominaga
JoAnn Tominaga
Production
Vicki Forston
Vicki Forston
Production

Paroles

I say, "This was no game of chicken"
You were aiming your best friend
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this scene twice
So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love
And you told her to stand tall when you kissed her
But that's not where you were thinking
How could a Natalie Wood not get
Sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
But, now, look who shows up in the same place?
In this case, I think it's better to face it
We belong together
We belong together
Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man
And he entwined her in his finger
And she lay there like a baby in his hand
And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the crosstown seas
And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees
But the sailor just takes the broad down to the dark end of the fair
And he turn her into a tattoo that'll whisper
Into the back of Johnny's black hair
And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain
Lookin' for a leather jacket
And a girl who wrote her name forever
And a promise that
We belong together
Yeah, we belong together
Shall we weigh along these streets, young lions on the lam?
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart all left on neon for them?
Who are foolish, who are victim of the sailors and the ducky boys
Who would move into your eyes and lips and every tear
That falls down on the neighborhood, now
I said, "Bird, we just gotta tell them"
And they turn and ignore us
And the only heroes we got left are written right before us
And the only angel who sees us now, watches through each other's eyes
And I can hear him in every footstep's passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights watching heartbeats go by
And they whisper
We belong together, oh
But we belong together
We belong together
We belong together
Written by: Rickie Lee Jones
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