I successi di Red Hot Chili Peppers
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Kiedis
Lead Vocals
Chad Smith
Drums
Flea
Bass Guitar
John Frusciante
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter
Chad Smith
Songwriter
Flea
Songwriter
John Frusciante
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chaz Sexton
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Pfarr
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Rick Rubin
Producer
Bo Bodnar
Recording Engineer
Dylan Neustadter
Recording Engineer
Ethan Mates
Recording Engineer
Jason Lader
Recording Engineer
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Recording Engineer
Charlie Bolois
Studio Technician
Lawrence Malchose
Studio Technician
Chris Warren
Recording Technician
Henry Trejo
Recording Technician
Testi
(One, two)
The college years were lean, well
Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love
And if I stay much longer
My feelings for you, they might get much stronger, now
A Motorola coma
Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl
At the dormitory
You've come to pour me one of your best stories, girl
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet
On your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like a Massachusetts threat
Running wild
A pair of dirty jeans, well
You would wash inside my brass machine, that's good
Laying on your mattress
A thing of beauty, we would need more practice now
Hall & Oates were singing
The funny notes that you were always bringing, girl
And elevator's closing
Hard to hide when love is so exposing
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet
On your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like a Massachusetts threat
Running wild
When I drove her to Villanova
Light me up when you decide
The stark aroma of your Tacoma
A tiny box where we reside
A battle tested, a life invested
Duly noted and denied
A fully loaded, space encoded
A quiet night out in the sky
Your stack of lies was daunting
A tribute to your mind but way more haunting now
A talking psycho killer
Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller, now
Conspiracy's a theory
I wonder, Tim, if this could be your Leary, love, ah
She act like Marlon Brando
Born online inside the San Fernando
Writer(s): Anthony Kiedis, John Anthony Frusciante, Michael Peter Balzary, Chad Gaylord Smith
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