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In the Eye of the Storm
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Michael Franks
Michael Franks
Chant
Claus Ogerman
Claus Ogerman
Direction d’orchestre
David Sanborn
David Sanborn
Saxophone alto
Wilton Felder
Wilton Felder
Basse
Israel Baker
Israel Baker
Direction d’orchestre
John Guerin
John Guerin
Batterie
Larry Carlton
Larry Carlton
Guitare
Ray Armando
Ray Armando
Percussion
Joe Sample
Joe Sample
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Michael Franks
Michael Franks
Paroles/Composition
Claus Ogerman
Claus Ogerman
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Don Henderson
Don Henderson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Al Schmitt
Al Schmitt
Ingénierie de mixage
Tommy LiPuma
Tommy LiPuma
Production

Paroles

You kill me with kindness. You call me "Your Highness." But When I get Blue I can never find you. The circle keeps turning The sky is still burning. I hear from my ex- On the back of my checks. But hold me awhile And I'll hang up my guns, mama I know I've been flyin' Too near the sun. We'll move to the mountains And make love to keep warm, mama Like two little birds In the eye of the storm. This cloverleaf madness Just fills me with sadness. We glide on these streams Just postponing our dreams. The love that's inside us How come it divides us? It just ain't like Cole Porter It's just all too short order. But hold me awhile And I'll hang up my guns, mama I know I've been flyin' Too near the sun. We'll move to the mountains And make love to keep warm, mama Like two little birds In the eye of the storm.
Writer(s): Michael P. Franks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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