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Something
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Soundtrack
Something dirilis pada 24 Maret 2015 oleh Ghostlight Records sebagai bagian dari album The Fortress of Solitude (Original Cast Recording)
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Tanggal Rilis24 Maret 2015
LabelGhostlight Records
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM112

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kristen Sieh
Kristen Sieh
Vocals
Rebecca Naomi Jones
Rebecca Naomi Jones
Vocals
Conor Ryan
Conor Ryan
Vocals
Ken Barnett
Ken Barnett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Friedman
Michael Friedman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dean Sharenow
Dean Sharenow
Producer
Ira Pittelman
Ira Pittelman
Producer
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Producer
Tom Hulce
Tom Hulce
Producer

Lirik

And when Dean Street's just a memory
Don't think back on what went wrong
The mistakes we made all fade away
What matters is the song
Just keep searching for a space
It'll be better out here
Let the past disappear
Maybe next year
I hope you don't look back in anger
I hope you don't look back
Don't look back
You said something about Brooklyn
You said something about the block
You said something about being the only white kid in the hood
And when I asked anything specific you were never in the mood
You'd say, "The only thing that saved
Me were the songs of Barrett Rude"
Sorry, Barrett Rude Jr
And you said nothing about how you knew the songs of Barrett Rude
Or knew the singer Barrett Rude
Or knew the son of Barrett Rude
You said, "La la la
My best friend was black
La la la la
Some shit went down
La la la la
I don't go back"
Then you'd quickly change the subject to some B-side by James Brown
And I saw every plastic cover
Records comics kept like new
And I said, "This boy collects things and now he's collecting you"
And I said, "La la la
I'm okay being collected
La la
'Cause then he'll tell me everything
La la la
Just don't ask about his mother
Just don't ask to go to Brooklyn
La la
Don't say a word about that ring"
I kind of thought that ring might be for me
Something old
Something new
Something bothered blue
But he acts like it has powers
Like a ring to rule them all
Like a ring straight out of Wagner
Like a ring to make you fly
So I thought, "La la la
Maybe you can be his sidekick
La la la
Maybe that would make him stay"
But, "La la la
Am I just another story?"
That black girlfriend in Berkeley
Like that black best friend on Dean Street
Another song that you can play
After you finally run away
(California dreamin')
Do you want to fly away?
(California)
I would fly with you, Dylan
When the Berkeley dream is done
You can run, run, run away
Who's that ring for, Dylan?
You keep telling all these stories
How your mother just abandoned you
And ran away to Berkeley
And she left you all these records
And that's how you knew about Junior
That amazing lost soul singer
Who's apparently not lost
'Cause he lives next door to your father
Who you never go to visit
'Cause you ran away to Berkeley
Where you picked up this great girlfriend
Was there anything else you neglected
When you seduced me with that music?
La la la
All those sad soul singers
With those songs that are authentic
Did you tell me anything authentic?
Anything at all?
You just said, "La la la la
I don't go back
La la la la
I don't go back"
Don't look back
Go back
Don't look back
Go back
Don't look back
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief
Big man, little man, who you gonna be?
Will you ever sing your song to
Burnt umber, sparkling pearl
Antique silver
Brass, pearl, royal gold
Fluorescent purple
La la
All those forgotten singers
Whose lives don't really matter
You said those people's lives don't matter
Only the songs really matter
Those songs that are authentic
Because they sing their pain
This little world can seem so big
Without anyone to love
Or this little world can make you feel trapped
Inside a ball of glass with no god above
And there's no escape
It's just the city and you
It's so big and there's no way out
La la
This is some other people's story
La la
This is some other people's song
Will you ever learn to sing
Anything but other people's pain?
Written by: Michael Friedman
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