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Dynamite
4339
Rock
Utwór Dynamite został wydany 1 listopada 2002 przez The Devil Makes Three jako część albumu The Devil Makes Three
album cover
Data wydania1 listopada 2002
WytwórniaThe Devil Makes Three
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM90

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cooper McBean
Cooper McBean
Acoustic Guitar
Lucia Turino
Lucia Turino
Upright Bass
Pete Bernhard
Pete Bernhard
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cooper McBean
Cooper McBean
Songwriter
Pete Bernhard
Pete Bernhard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Dwiggins
Christian Dwiggins
Mastering Engineer
Cooper McBean
Cooper McBean
Recording Engineer
Gary Martin
Gary Martin
Mixing Engineer
Lucia Turino
Lucia Turino
Recording Engineer
Pete Bernhard
Pete Bernhard
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Well I been thinkin' the paint off these walls
Watchin' every single aspiration this fall
Why can't it be like it is in my dreams
Where I fly through the sky but ain't got no wings?
I'm like a sweatin' stack of dynamite, it's true
You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you
Now hear me
I've been hearin' the voices of the grave
Now every single one made me their slave
Pushin' their music down into my veins
All that powder and all that pain
I'm like a sweatin' stack of dynamite, it's true
You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you
I know that it's comin', but I ain't worried none
'Cause we got enough here to go around
And every single person's gonna get them some
(x2)
I been watchin' them angels fly
Up inside of that deep blue sky
And they been whispering secrets down into my ears
Everything that I need to hear
Say, I'm a sweatin' stack of dynamite, it's true
You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you
Now I'm parkin' it side by side
Seems like demons don't give me no place to hide
Doesn't matter where I go, near or far
He always knows just where you are
I'm like a sweatin' stack of dynamite, it's true
It's like I'm gonna kill myself, but I'd rather kill you
(Chorus)
I know that it's coming, and I ain't worried none
'Cause we got enough here to go around
And every single person's gonna get them some
Now I'm just drivin' on the same old wings
Man, it seems they're the same old things
It don't matter how far that I try to go
Whether fast or whether slow
I'm like a sweatin' stack of dynamite, it's true
I'm gonna kill myself, but I'd rather kill you
Now hear me
I been walkin' the same old lines
Trying so hard to stay on the outside
But it seems it don't matter how hard I try
I always wind up back up on the inside
Now you see and now you don't
And now I will and now I won't
I'll wait right here and you will see
Written by: Cooper S McBean
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