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INTERPRÉTATION
Wilco
Interprète
Jeff Tweedy
Chant
Jim O'Rourke
Musique
Nels Cline
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Pat Sansone
Chant
John Stirratt
Basse
Glenn Kotche
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Mikael Jorgensen
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jeff Tweedy
Paroles/Composition
Jim O'Rourke
Paroles/Composition
Nels Cline
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Wilco
Production
Jason Tobias
Assistance d’ingénierie
Kevin Dean
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tom Gloady
Assistance d’ingénierie
TJ Doherty
Ingénierie de prise de son
Robert Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jim Scott
Ingénierie de mixage
Stan Doty
Ingénierie de mixage
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
I remember my mother's sister's husband's brother
Working in the goldmine full-time, filling in for sunshine
Filing into tight lines of ordinary beehives
The door screams I hate you
Hate you hanging around my blue jeans
Why is there no breeze, no currency of leaves?
No current through the water wire, no feelings I can see
I trust no emotion, I believe in locomotion
But I've turned to rust as we've discussed
Though I must have let you down too many times
In the dirt and the dust
I have no idea how this happens
All of my maps have been overthrown
Happenstance has changed my plans
So many times my heart has been outgrown
Now everybody's feeling all alone
Can't tell you who I am
When everybody's feeling all alone
Can't tell you who I am
I am looking forward, toward the shadows tracing bones
Our faces stitched and sewing, our houses hemmed into homes
Trying to be thankful, our stories fit into phones
Our voices lift so easily, a gift given accidentally
When we're not sure, we're not alone
Writer(s): Jeffrey Scot Tweedy, Nels Cline
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