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Televators
26 874
Rock
Utwór Televators został wydany 24 czerwca 2003 przez Motown jako część albumu Deloused In the Comatorium
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Data wydania24 czerwca 2003
WytwórniaMotown
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM121

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Mars Volta
The Mars Volta
Performer
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Vocals
Jon Theodore
Jon Theodore
Drums
Jeremy Ward
Jeremy Ward
Programming
Randolph Owens
Randolph Owens
Keyboards
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass Guitar
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Songwriter
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Composer
Jeremy Ward
Jeremy Ward
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
David Schiffman
David Schiffman
Recording Engineer
Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
Engineer
Phillip Broussard
Phillip Broussard
Assistant Recording Engineer
Darren Mora
Darren Mora
Assistant Recording Engineer
Collin Alpern
Collin Alpern
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
Riddle me this
Three half eaten corneas
Who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
Written by: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, Jeremy Michael Ward, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
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