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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jakob Dylan
Jakob Dylan
Vocals
Jay Bellerose
Jay Bellerose
Drums
Dennis Crouch
Dennis Crouch
Acoustic Bass Guitar
T Bone Burnett
T Bone Burnett
Electric Guitar
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Pedal Steel Guitar
Keefus Ciancia
Keefus Ciancia
Keyboards
Neko Case
Neko Case
Background Vocals
Kelly Hogan
Kelly Hogan
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakob Dylan
Jakob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T Bone Burnett
T Bone Burnett
Producer
Mike Piersante
Mike Piersante
Mixing Engineer
Jason Wormer
Jason Wormer
Editing Engineer
Francois Lardeau
Francois Lardeau
Engineer
Emile Kelman
Emile Kelman
Assistant Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer

गाने

Down from the mountain out walking the flood I see the future in this setting sun Unfolded gardens uncover the earth as it was Filled with canteens and tear gas From this last voyage of us Ain't no gentlemen here hiding wings The devil himself would be puzzled to give Any reasons to sink his fingers in All this voodoo and black magic Doing the work that was his With battle songs filling their lungs Move them out down under the sun Give them tears for cherry red blood Stack them old, we cradle them young World is crazy or maybe just Holy rollers for love Split this ocean set these sails It's down to the seabed we dazzle and fail Hereafter's bringing more funerals than fairs And it's a book of blank maps That's we're using to get us there To the hilltops my daughter, my son The rescue's too little to cover the slums Cross the river deeper than it ever was There's a pause in the evening When prayers are supposed to be done With battle songs filling their lungs Move them out down under the sun Give them tears for cherry red blood Stack them old, we cradle them young World is crazy or maybe just Holy rollers for love Glory glory hallelujah be warned God is still marching, still raising his sword Board these windows and guard your stretch of floor Something sinister's got you the minute you open the door With battle songs filling their lungs Move them out down under the sun Give them tears for cherry red blood Stack them old, we cradle them young World is crazy or maybe just holy rollers for love World is crazy or maybe she's holy rollers for love World is crazy and making us holy rollers for love
Writer(s): Jakob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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