Concerti in programma per Sutton Foster & Brian d'Arcy James
I successi di Sutton Foster
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sutton Foster
Vocals
Brian d'Arcy James
Vocals
Anja Wood
Cello
Antoine Silverman
First Violin
Bill Ellison
Acoustic Bass Guitar
Bud Burridge
Trumpet
Cameron Adams
Vocals
Charles Pillow
Reeds
Christopher Sieber
Vocals
Daniel Breaker
Vocals
Entcho Todorov
Violin
Greg Reuter
Vocals
Haven Burton
Vocals
Hiroko Taguchi
Violin
Jack Bashkow
Reeds
Jacob Ming-Trent
Vocals
Jeanne LeBlanc
Cello
Jennifer Cody
Vocals
Jon Deley
Keyboards
Leah Greenhaus
Vocals
Lisa Ho
Vocals
Lisa Matricardi
Violin
Marissa O'Donnell
Vocals
Marty Lawson
Vocals
Morris Kainuma
Tuba
Sarah Jane Everman
Vocals
Shane Shanahan
Percussion
T.O. Sterrett
Keyboards
Tony Kadleck
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Lindsay-Abaire
Songwriter
Jeanine Tesori
Arranger
Anne Kaye
Copyist
John Clancy
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeanine Tesori
Producer
Peter Hylenski
Co-Producer
Lawrence Manchester
Mixing Engineer
Alex Venguer
Recording Engineer
Angie Teo
Recording Engineer
Derik Lee
Assistant Engineer
Don Goodrick
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Joan Marcus
Photography
Tyler Van Dalen
Assistant Engineer
Testi
I had nothing in that tower
Fighting boredom by the hour.
Princess lonely
Walking circles
I had only...
Bare essentials
Army cot
A hot plate and chamber pot.
And every morning I would boil it.
No choice I had no toilet.
Just a view of devastation
Out one window, isolation
In my bedroom
And very little headroom
Twenty years I sat and waited
I'm very dedicated
On the walls the days were added
Luckily those walls were padded
So...
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat
Yeah
Yeah
Yeeeaaahh,
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat.
Oh you think so.
That was a sad story but
I've heard better I'm just saying
A for effort thanks for playing
Sad to see a princess suffer
But I had it rougher
Like that time a mob with torchers burned my britches
See the scorches
You're just whiney
I had a flaming hiney
As I fled I had to wonder
If I were torn asunder
Would an ogre go to Heaven
Did I mention I was seven?
So...
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I think I got you beat.
I think I got you beat.
No warm regards
No Christmas cards
And every day
Was hell on earth day.
Okay top this.
I missed my prom
My dad and mom sent me away,
It was my birthday.
I was sent away on Christmas Eve.
Haha.
No warm regards
(Bare essentials
Army cot a hot plate and chamber pot.)
No christmas cars
(And every morning I would boil it.
No choice I had no toilet.)
And every day was hell on earth day
(Just a view of devastation out one window,
Isolation in my bedroom and very little headroom)
My dad and mom send me away, it was my birthday
(Twenty years I sat and waited I'm very dedicated on the
Walls the days were added luckily those walls were padded)
I miss my prom
My dad and mom sent me away...
So...
So...
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
YEAH
I think I got you beat
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hhhmmmm hmmm hmm hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmm
Hm hm hmmmm hmm
Hm hm hmm hmm
Nananananana na
Nananananana na
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Writer(s): Jeanine Tesori, David Lindsay-abaire
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