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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
David Byrne
Guitare
St. Vincent
Interprète
Annie Clark
Chant
John Congleton
Programmation
Brian Mahany
Trombone
Chris Komer
Cor d’harmonie
Eric Davis
Cor d’harmonie
Evan Smith
Clarinette
Gareth Flowers
Trompette
Jack Bashkow
Saxophone
Jacquelyn Adams
Cor d’harmonie
Jeff Casswell
Musique
Josh Frank
Trompette
Kenneth Finn
Trombone
Mike Gurfield
Trompette
Steve Elson
Saxophone
Tom Timko
Saxophone
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Byrne
Paroles/Composition
Annie Clark
Paroles/Composition
Tony Finno
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Byrne
Production
Annie Clark
Production
Patrick Dillett
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
In a garden
Stands a statue
Of the man who won the war
His expression
Tender yearning
Every nation near and far
Oh, sad and ancient father, sweet as honey, tough as leather
Running down the hill on Christmas day
I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
I move so fast
I take a chance
Come up close
I'm not a ghost
Navigator
When you wake up
And you step outside your door
Shoes and panties
Washed and folded
Taking off your dirty clothes
This garden tells a story, amber close-up, faded glory
Running through the streets on Christmas day
I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
Try not to laugh
Just take a chance
I visited
Inside your head
If you trespass,
In this garden
To a place you should not go
If you step out
From the shadows
See the city fall in awe
I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
No need to hide
Come inside
I will not last
I too shall pass
Writer(s): David Byrne, Annie Clark
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