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Concerts à venir de Primal Scream
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Primal Scream
Interprète
Tim Bran
Programmation
Alison Mosshart
Chant
John Gibbons
Chœurs
Sharlene Hector
Chœurs
Sylvia Mason-James
Chœurs
Juliet Roberts
Chœurs
Darrin Mooney
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Martin Duffy
Composition
Bobby Gillespie
Composition
Andrew Innes
Composition
Mounfield
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Youth
Production
Joel Cormack
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
George Renwick
Assistance d’ingénierie
D. Sardy
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Castle
Ingénierie
Andy Brohard
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
La-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la-la
Saw you walking down the street
Holding hands with some other guy
Wearing sharkskin suit, black patent leather boots
Big brown flying saucer eyes
I didn't talk to you then, you was kissing your friend
Besides it was the wrong time and place
I went home and took a shower
Read "Our Lady Of The Flowers" by Jane Genet
I knew we'd meet again
Don't want your diamonds
Don't want your gold
I want your love, I want your soul
Oh, come on, babe, let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Sweet rock and roll
I searched all over town, queers and dudes hanging around
No one had ever seen a chick like you before
I hit strip joints and museums, bars and clubs and Jesus
I even prayed in the cathedral for your soul
Then one rainy winter Tuesday, I saw you on the subway
You were heading for the tunnel near the door
I pressed my face against the glass, you sped by me in a flash
Like a motorcycle crash, you smoked my skull
Don't want your diamonds
Don't want your gold
I want your love, I want your soul
Oh, come on, babe, let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) let's have a good time, woo!
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Sweet rock and roll
Here she comes now
Alright
So there I was again, walking in the pourin' rain
Wondering who and why and where and what you were
I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams
Like an opium withdrawal, only worse
Then on one hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride
Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes
Like a rockabilly queen 'bout to kickstart your machine
Like a fighter pilot flying off to war
You had a tight black leather jacket
Skull and crossbones on the back
God bless the soul of sweet Gene Vincent
There you were, I said
Don't want your diamonds
Don't want your gold
I want your love, I want your soul
Come on, babe, let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) woo-woo-woo, let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) lwoo-woo-woo, let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Sweet, sweet rock and roll
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) let's have a good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) good time, good time, good time
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la) good time, good time, good time, woo-hoo!
(La-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Sweet, sweet, sweet rock and roll
Writer(s): Martin Duffy, Bobby Gillespie, Andrew Innes, Gary Mounfield
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