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INTERPRÉTATION
Jay Bennett
Chœurs
Jeff Tweedy
Chant
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Basse
Ken Coomer
Batterie
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Jeff Tweedy
Paroles/Composition
Jay W. Bennett
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Wilco
Production
Mike Scotella
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Dave Trumfio
Ingénierie
Larry Greenhill
Ingénierie
Mike Hagler
Ingénierie
Mitch Easter
Ingénierie
Russ Long
Ingénierie
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jim Scott
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Grainger
Ingénierie
Jonathan Parker
Équipe technique de prise de son
Steve Chadie
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
She's a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid, a sleepy kisser
A pretty war with feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her
She says forever to light a fuse
We could use a handful of wheel
And a day off, and a bruised road
However you might feel
Tonight is real
When I forget how to talk, I sing
Won't you please bring that flash to shine?
And turn my eyes red unless they close
When you click and my face gets sick
Stuck, like a question unposed
Just climb aboard
The tracks of a train's arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under me
Please, beware the quiet front yard
I warned you before there were water skies
I warned you not to drive
Dry your eyes, you poor devil
Are there really ones like these?
The ones I dream float like leaves
And freeze to spread skeleton wings
I passed through before I knew you
I believe it's just because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Oh, I believe it's all because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Just climb aboard
The tracks of a train's arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under me
She's a jar with a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid, a sleepy kisser
A pretty war with feelings hid
You know she begs me not to hit her
Writer(s): Jeff Tweedy, Jay Bennett
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