クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Slocum
Keyboards
Justin Cary
Bass
Jerry Dale McFadden
Hammond Organ
Sean Kelly
Guitar
Leigh Nash
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Preston Slocum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Slocum
Producer
Jenny Knotts
Assistant Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Fogie
Assistant Engineer
Bill Appleberry
Editing Engineer
Jeff Tomei
Editing Engineer
Luke Wooten
Editing Engineer
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Louie Teran
Editing Engineer
Maurice Chevalier
Recording Engineer
Paul Fox
Producer
Stewart Whitmore
Editing Engineer
歌詞
I look out to the fields
Where blood is shed upon the ground
I breathe in, breathe out
Change the channel, mute the sound
I take a match, a cigarette
And a walk to clear my head
My stomach's reeling at the thought
Of all those human beings dead
I breathe in, breathe out
And go to do an interview
About a song, three minutes long
I just need something to do
Especially when my dearest friend
Was sent to cover Kosovo
His last assignment brought a bullet
And now he's gone, he's gone
Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down
Should I lay my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground
I need the ghost to breathe a northern gale tonight
Cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
I packed his books up, left the office
Went to tell the wife the news
She fell in shock, the baby kicked
And shed a tear inside the womb
I breathed in, I breathed out
Soak the ground up with my eyes
It's hard to say a healing word
When your tongue is paralyzed
Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down
Should I lay my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground
I need the ghost to breathe a northern gale tonight
Cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
I breathe in, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
Written by: Matt Slocum