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Under Control
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Singer/Songwriter
Under Control foi lançado em 18 de setembro de 2015 por Coalition Music (Records) como parte do álbum Birds With Broken Wings
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Data de lançamento18 de setembro de 2015
SeloCoalition Music (Records)
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM86

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Vocais
Michael Winograd
Michael Winograd
Clarinete
Ronald J Hynes
Ronald J Hynes
Contrabaixo
Greg Woolner
Greg Woolner
Bateria
Donald Maclennan
Donald Maclennan
Violino
Nicolae Margineanu
Nicolae Margineanu
Instrumentalista
Sergiu Popa
Sergiu Popa
Acordeão
Cyndi Cain
Cyndi Cain
Vocal de apoio
Lindsay Alcorn
Lindsay Alcorn
Vocal de apoio
Coco Love Alcorn
Coco Love Alcorn
Vocal de apoio
Sasha Muise
Sasha Muise
Vocal de apoio
Jean-Nicholas Trottier
Jean-Nicholas Trottier
Trombone
Erik Hove
Erik Hove
Saxofone alto
Taryn Kawaja
Taryn Kawaja
Vocais
Pemi Paull
Pemi Paull
Viola
JC Lizotte
JC Lizotte
Violoncelo
Andy King
Andy King
Trompete
Jason Sharp
Jason Sharp
Saxofone barítono
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Composição
Michael Winograd
Michael Winograd
Arranjos
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Howard Billerman
Howard Billerman
Engenharia
Renaud Letang
Renaud Letang
Engenharia (mixagem)
Josh "Socalled" Dolgin
Josh "Socalled" Dolgin
Produção
Tyler Fitzmaurice
Tyler Fitzmaurice
Engenharia
Darren van Niekirk
Darren van Niekirk
Engenharia
Philip Shaw Bova
Philip Shaw Bova
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

There's a churning, there's a churning, there's a churning around
I can't fall asleep and the drugs won't stay down
There's a burning, there's a burning, there's a burning I've found
It's deep in the pit where the blood pumps around
All the children are laughing outside
The work never sleeps and there's no where to hide
It's under control far as anyone's seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
There's a witness, there's a witness, there's a witness out there
We've got to pretend that the money’s still here
There's a knocking, there's a knocking, there's a knock at the door
We'll tell them that Uncle don't live here no more
All the angels are crying downstairs
The brandy's run out, but their god never cares
He'll slap them and tell them the evening's been ruined
And his robes reek of failure and cheap French perfume
There's a tinkering (There's a tinkering!) there's a tinkerer in town
She'll fix everything 'til the moneys been found
There's a watchman (There's a watchman) and he's guarding the door
With a drink in his hand and a gun on the floor
And the monsters broke in through the sewers again
And they spend every night making ever more friends
They've conquered the bowels of Paris and now
They have every intention of taking the town
There's a bottle, there's a bottle in my bed
It helps me to reach for the switch in my head
There's a madness, there's a madness at bay
But a cold wind will blow down the levee some day
A train whistle blows, the conductor’s been hanged
In a white little house, a red telephone rang
And it's under control far as anyone's seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
Written by: Ben Caplan
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