Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Antonio Banderas
Antonio Banderas
Chant
Madonna
Madonna
Chant
Chris Nightingale
Chris Nightingale
Direction de chœur
David Caddick
David Caddick
Direction de chœur
Nick Curtis
Nick Curtis
Direction de chœur
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composition
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Paroles
David Cullen
David Cullen
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Madonna
Madonna
Ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Production
David Caddick
David Caddick
Production
David Reitzas
David Reitzas
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dick Lewzey
Dick Lewzey
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Ingénierie de prise de son
Robin Sellars
Robin Sellars
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dave Collins
Dave Collins
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nigel Wright
Nigel Wright
Production
Alan Parker
Alan Parker
Production
David Wagg
David Wagg
Assistance d’ingénierie
Gustavo Moratorio
Gustavo Moratorio
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jake Davies
Jake Davies
Assistance d’ingénierie
Lee McCutcheon
Lee McCutcheon
Assistance d’ingénierie
Matt Silva
Matt Silva
Assistance d’ingénierie
Toby Wood
Toby Wood
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

High flying, adored So young, the instant queen A rich, beautiful thing Of all the talents A cross between A fantasy of the bedroom And a saint You were just a backstreet girl Hustling and fighting Scratching and biting High flying, adored Did you believe in your wildest moments All this would be yours? That you'd become The lady of them all? Were there stars in your eyes When you crawled in at night? From the bars, from the sidewalks From the gutter theatrical Don't look down It's a long, long way to fall High flying, adored What happens now? Where do you go from here? For someone on top of the world The view is not exactly clear A shame you did it all At twenty-six There are no mysteries now Nothing can thrill you No one fulfill you High flying, adored I hope you come To terms with boredom So famous, so easily So soon It's not the wisest thing to be You won't care if they love you It's been done before You'll despair if they hate you You'll be drained of all energy All the young who've made it Would agree High flying, adored That's good to hear But unimportant My story's quite usual Local girl Makes good, weds famous man I was stuck in the right place At the perfect time Filled a gap I was lucky But one thing I'll say for me No one else can fill it Like I can
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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