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Big Stuff
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Folk-Rock
Big Stuffは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2014年6月19日にCrispin Glover RecordsによりリリースされましたSudden Crop
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アルバムSudden Crop
リリース日2014年6月19日
レーベルCrispin Glover Records
言語English
メロディック度
アコースティック度
ヴァランス
ダンサビリティ
エネルギー
BPM142

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Truls Lorentzen
Truls Lorentzen
Performer
Dag Rønning
Dag Rønning
Performer
Trine Snustad
Trine Snustad
Performer
Helge F. Guldvik
Helge F. Guldvik
Performer
Tom Kenneth Alte
Tom Kenneth Alte
Performer
John Grøtting
John Grøtting
Performer
Erik Chan
Erik Chan
Performer
Frode Schei Rystad
Frode Schei Rystad
Performer
Audun Kvam
Audun Kvam
Performer
Michi Skorstad Murakami
Michi Skorstad Murakami
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dag Rønning
Dag Rønning
Composer

歌詞

It was a year ago or maybe three
When I started moving 'round east of me
Between worn out houses made of fallen trees
I met this giant all new to me
And now it's more like family
A big stuff
At that time I was living with a wonderful girl
She knows the way to a different world
A brown-eyed Barbie, she's a half-breed Dutch
She laughs so loud and I still love her that much
The big stuff is a close friend of hers
She infected me with a happy curse
It's nothing like your most expensive bread
Or a fifty cent ride in and out of debt
And so the big piece of stuff is one of her friends
This summer us two been sharing a tent
His folks are Dutch but they moved up here
So he's black from coming right outside of here
Thank God it was a big tent he had to share
A big stuff
When those fifty white teeth come to smiling at me
When that great big stuff is approaching me
I wonder why it makes me feel so safe
I rest like I'm floating in my very first cage
I relax like nothing could be threatening me
Like a satisfied fish in a silent sea
Like a breastfed baby just got enough
To be in the presence of solid stuff
In that crappy rock city where he comes from
In the local county had a cell of his own
When the cops tried to put him in the regular one
He just bent himself between those concrete walls
And telling those coppers no
A big stuff
You won't get me downstairs even though you fuckers got me cuffed
I'm big stuff, big stuff, big stuff
And there's four of you but it won't help you much
When I'm up at him and we're smoking some dope
The building shakes when he starts to cough
If an extra tourist should be the hell of rent
Remember this stuff is made in Amsterdam
And I tell him I'm doing a song about him
It's down to the bone, I ain't pushing the rim
He just looks at me like some Mongolian cunt
Six feet of stuff named Eddie Chung
A big stuff
You won't get me downstairs even though you fuckers got me cuffed
I'm big stuff, big stuff, big stuff
And there's four of you but it won't help you much
Big stuff
You won't get me downstairs even though you fuckers got me cuffed
I'm big stuff, big stuff, big stuff
And there's four of you but it won't help you much
Written by: Dag Rønning
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