Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Elbow
Elbow
Interpretação
Alexis Smith
Alexis Smith
Programação
Jason Boshoff
Jason Boshoff
Programação
Guy Garvey
Guy Garvey
Vocais
Craig Potter
Craig Potter
Órgão
Mark Potter
Mark Potter
Violão
Pete Turner
Pete Turner
Baixo
Richard Jupp
Richard Jupp
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Guy Garvey
Guy Garvey
Composição
Craig Potter
Craig Potter
Composição
Pete Turner
Pete Turner
Composição
Richard Jupp
Richard Jupp
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Elbow
Elbow
Produção
Tom Rothrock
Tom Rothrock
Produção (adicional)
Marius De Vries
Marius De Vries
Produção (adicional)
Mike Tarantino
Mike Tarantino
Engenharia
Dave Emery
Dave Emery
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Andy Bradfield
Andy Bradfield
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Tim Young
Tim Young
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

I'm sick of working for a living
I'm just tickin' off the days till I die
Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah
And the sickest little pleasures
Keep me goin' in between pullin' teeth
Oh, periscope up
I've been lookin' for a ladder
I need to see the Commander in Chief, ooh
And remind him what was passed on to me, oh
Well, your mum don't sleep, oh
And the friends you keep
I didn't raise a thief
I didn't raise a thief
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwin' stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're knockin' on the door of your homes, oh yeah
My thinkin' isn't driven, oh
But the music always gives me a lift
I'm so easy to please, yeah
But I think we dropped the baton
Like the 60's didn't happen, oh no
Oh, periscope up
Should be lookin' for a ladder
I need to see the Commander in Chief, ooh
And remind him what was passed on to you and me, oh
Your mum don't sleep, oh
And the friends you keep
I didn't raise a thief
I didn't raise a thief
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwin' stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're knockin' on the door of your homes
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwin' stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're knockin' on the door of your homes
Passing the gun from father to feckless son
We're climbin' a landslide where only the good die young
Passing the gun from father to feckless son
We're climbin' a landslide where only the good die young
(Passing the gun from father to feckless son)
Oh, periscope up
I've been lookin' for a ladder
I need to see the Commander in Chief, ooh
(We're climbin' a landslide where only the good die young)
And remind him what was passed on to you and me, oh
(Passing the gun from father to feckless son)
(We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young)
(Passing the gun from father to feckless son)
Oh, periscope up
Commander in Chief
Written by: Craig Potter, Guy Garvey, Pete Turner, Richard Jupp
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