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Little Scream - Still Life (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Scream
Little Scream
Lead Vocals
Mike Dubue
Mike Dubue
Synthesizer
Laurel Sprengelmeyer
Laurel Sprengelmeyer
Vocals
Lisa Iwanycki
Lisa Iwanycki
Keyboards
Pascal Delaquis
Pascal Delaquis
Drums
Don Cummings
Don Cummings
Keyboards
P. Amato
P. Amato
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laurel Sprengelmeyer, Mike Feuerstack
Laurel Sprengelmeyer, Mike Feuerstack
Songwriter
Mike Dubue
Mike Dubue
Arranger
Laurel Sprengelmeyer
Laurel Sprengelmeyer
Arranger
Lisa Iwanycki
Lisa Iwanycki
Arranger
Pascal Delaquis
Pascal Delaquis
Arranger
P. Amato
P. Amato
Arranger
Richard Reed Parry
Richard Reed Parry
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Little Scream
Little Scream
Producer
Mike Dubue
Mike Dubue
Producer
Corwin Fox
Corwin Fox
Engineer
P. Amato
P. Amato
Additional Producer
Richard Reed Parry
Richard Reed Parry
Additional Producer

Songteksten

I've been riding with my back to the window of the L train Dwelling in the nighttime, in the middle of the day A man is preaching about consequence and truth I'm too busy thinking what I'm gonna say to you A sophisticated daydream, you can hear no sound As you slam into a bar room, and the curtain's coming down I look to ya to show me what I'm worth You look through me and I crumble to the earth What's the name of that Manet Where she's staring through your heart? Like a still life with you in view I see it so clear, but nothing moves And it's like time slows (Time slows) when I see you The light falls (Light falls), the perfect hue A still life with you in view Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na The complicated chaos, turning something into nothing The subtle truths that used to slay us No longer leave your heart jumping When I feel that I am stealing just to look Is that the moment where a wall becomes a book? I'm looking at your profile and you're rhyming with the round Staring at your black shirt with the buttons coming down I can't tell if I am scared or if I'm smart I have learned I can't always trust my heart What's the name of the road not traveled? Is your mind made up? In this still life with you in view I see it so clear, but nothing moves And it's like time slows (Time slows) when I see you The light falls (Light falls), the perfect hue A still life with you in view Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Writer(s): Laurel Sprengelmeyer, Mike Feuerstack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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