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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Christian Mazzalai
Christian Mazzalai
Guitare
Deck d'Arcy
Deck d'Arcy
Basse
The Arcysian Vocal Ensemble
The Arcysian Vocal Ensemble
Ensemble vocal
The Hector Berlioz Choir
The Hector Berlioz Choir
Chœur
Jean Claude Soubeyrand
Jean Claude Soubeyrand
Direction de chœur
Laurent Brancowitz
Laurent Brancowitz
Guitare
Noe Efira
Noe Efira
Guitare principale
Eddie Efira
Eddie Efira
Pedal steel guitar
Thomas Mars
Thomas Mars
Chant
Pedro Winter
Pedro Winter
Synthétiseur
The Love Choral Society
The Love Choral Society
Cris
Bryce de la Menardiere
Bryce de la Menardiere
Cithare
Marlon
Marlon
Batterie
Morgan Nicholls
Morgan Nicholls
Orgue Hammond
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Christian Mazzalai
Christian Mazzalai
Paroles/Composition
FREDERIC MOULIN
FREDERIC MOULIN
Paroles/Composition
LAURENT MAZZALAI
LAURENT MAZZALAI
Paroles/Composition
THOMAS CROQUET
THOMAS CROQUET
Paroles/Composition
Deck d'Arcy
Deck d'Arcy
Paroles/Composition
Laurent Brancowitz
Laurent Brancowitz
Paroles/Composition
Thomas Mars
Thomas Mars
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Philippe Zdar
Philippe Zdar
Ingénierie de mixage
Alex Firla
Alex Firla
Production
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Phoenix
Phoenix
Production
Stephane "Alf" Briat
Stephane "Alf" Briat
Production

Paroles

Hopeful days and stormy nights I ain't got much to win, not much to lose Under the burden of my loneliness It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm six feet under the ground Lonely streets and dusty roads Lord it's a long way to go back home Under the burden of your heart of stone You shrug your shoulders as I decompose Please keep a eye on those red haired boys Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones Now your chewing-gum on my coffin Take me where I long to be I can't believe that you want me to wear The evening tails that will fit my corpse I don't need a tuxedo There's no bouncer in the after world I only just left my dying bed and Your making curtains out of my shroud Don't you dig my grave with some excavator Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please A last ride in the city's hearse Few miles away from heaven above A few more minutes 'till they bury me A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones I won't enjoy my collection of stamps Now I'm five feet under the ground Stormy days and lonely nights Lord it's a long way to go back home All the boys raise your hands up in the air (yeah) Now all the girls raise your hands up in the air (yeah) Everybody one more time (yeah) Let's all have a real good time together One, two, three, let's go Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Tonight's the night girls, yeah Come on, let's get all antsy Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance You seem so glad my place is free Now you're dancing on my grave What a cruel way to treat a friend Live my life in dignity Well I must confess Looking for a place Everybody has to demonstrate And everybody has to see you wait Thinking of a real way to see What matters is the love that you give Remember all the thing that you've seen Does another go and never seen Nothing in my forgotten years Life got a little serious Give me real self-esteem It's buried in my P-A-S-T Give a lot, a whole lot recieved Heaven-sent T.N.T. Uh, can't go further, losing I cant go losing my mind Remember all the game have I tried Buried in my P-A-S-T We call love late at day Late at night I dropped in hate Dropping in a heaven fantasy Heaven knows what I'm gonna do Living in a lonesome avenue Done in the P-A-S-T Go without the love I receive K-A-R-I-E E-L-E-I-S-O-N Mmm, everybody, has got to demonstrate Everybody has a T-I-U He has things you'd never do Thinking in a real avenue What matters is the love that you give Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance
Writer(s): Laurent Mazzalai, Thomas Croquet, Frederic Moulin, Christian Mazzalai Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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