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Private Hell
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Private Hell foi lançado em 16 de novembro de 1979 por UMC (Universal Music Catalogue) como parte do álbum Setting Sons
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Data de lançamento16 de novembro de 1979
SeloUMC (Universal Music Catalogue)
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM176

Vídeo da música

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Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Jam
The Jam
Interpretação
Paul Weller
Paul Weller
Vocais
Bruce Foxton
Bruce Foxton
Baixo
Rick Buckler
Rick Buckler
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Paul Weller
Paul Weller
Composição
The Jam
The Jam
Arranjos
Vic Coppersmith-Heaven
Vic Coppersmith-Heaven
Arranjos
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Vic Coppersmith-Heaven
Vic Coppersmith-Heaven
Produção
Alan Douglas
Alan Douglas
Engenharia (mixagem)
Hugh Pagent
Hugh Pagent
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

Closer than close
You see yourself
A mirrored image
Of what you wanted to be
As each day goes by
A little more
You can't remember
What it was you wanted, anyway
The fingers feel the lines
They prod the space
Your ageing face
The face that once was so beautiful
Is still there, but unrecognisable
Private Hell
Private Hell
The man that you once loved
Is bald and fat
And seldom in
Working late as usual
Your interest has waned
You feel the strain
The bed springs snap
On the occasions he lies upon you
Close your eyes and think of nothing but
Private Hell
Private Hell
Think of Emma
Wonder what she's doing
Her husband, Terry
And your grandchildren
Think of Edward
Still at college
You send him letters
Which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care
They don't care
'Cause they're all going through their own
Private Hell
Private Hell
The morning slips away
In a Valium haze
And catalogues
And numerous cups of coffee
In the afternoon
The weekly food
Is put in bags
As you float off down the High Street
The shop windows reflect
Play a nameless host
To a closet ghost
A picture of your fantasy
A victim of your misery and
Private Hell
Private Hell
Think of Emma
Wonder what she's doing
Her husband, Terry
And your grandchildren
Think of Edward
Still at college
You send him letters
Which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care
They don't care
'Cause they're all going through their own
Private Hell
Private Hell
Alone at 6 o'clock
You drop a cup
You see it smash
Inside you crack
You can't go on
But you sweep it up
Safe at last inside your
Private Hell
Sanity at last inside your
Private Hell
Sanity at last inside your
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Private Hell
Written by: Paul Weller
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