Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
David Bowie
Chant
Tony Visconti
Chœurs
Chris Porter
Chœurs
Lynn Maitland
Chœurs
George Murray
Basse
Carlos Alomar
Guitare
Robert Fripp
Guitare
Dennis Davis
Percussion
Roy Bittan
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Bowie
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Bowie
Production
Tony Visconti
Production
Nigel Reeve
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Peter Mew
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ray Staff
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom
And the possibilities it seems to offer
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
A series of shocks - sneakers fall apart
Earth keeps on rolling - witnesses falling
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
Yea, yea, yea - up the hill backwards
It'll be alright ooo-ooo
While we sleep they go to work
We're legally crippled it's the death of love
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
More idols than realities ooo-ooo
I'm OK, you're so-so ooo-ooo
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
Yea, yea, yea - up the hill backwards
It'll be alright ooo-ooo
Writer(s): David Bowie
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