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Pockets
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Pockets foi lançado em 1 de janeiro de 1998 por EMI como parte do álbum Quench
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ÁlbumQuench
Data de lançamento1 de janeiro de 1998
SeloEMI
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM85

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Beautiful South
The Beautiful South
Interpretação
Jacqui Abbott
Jacqui Abbott
Vocais
Damon Butcher
Damon Butcher
Teclados
Simon Clarke
Simon Clarke
Saxofone
David Hemingway
David Hemingway
Vocais
Roddy Lorimer
Roddy Lorimer
Trompete
David Rotheray
David Rotheray
Violão
Tim Sanders
Tim Sanders
Saxofone
David Stead
David Stead
Bateria
Sean Welch
Sean Welch
Baixo
Annie Whitehead
Annie Whitehead
Trombone
Samantha Smith
Samantha Smith
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Composição
Dave Rotheray
Dave Rotheray
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Jon Kelly
Jon Kelly
Produção
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Produção
John Brough
John Brough
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

Here comes Pockets
His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins
The maddest things we ever found in bins
He clutches them and looks at you and grins
Here comes Pockets
The children wary of what they may contain
The linen may have changed, the contents same
A trouser-treasure island with no name
And socially at the platform that the timetable forgot
Picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots
When you're on that train of thought you pass some pretty funky stops
When you're on that train of thought you pass some pretty funky stops
That's the Pocket, let him be
That's the Pocket, let him be...
Here comes Pockets
Picking up the things we cannot see
A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas tree
Things of no value to you or me
Here comes the Pocket
Reduced through history to just a crawl
History turns the tall into the small
But natural born trawlers love to trawl
And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall
Or laying underneath the staircase in a hall
We can carry dreams but we can't hold them all
That's why we learn the Blues before we actually fall
That's the Pocket, let him be
That's the Pocket, let him be...
And he's clinging on to hope
Like the oak tree to the gale
Cause finding one love letter
In a sky high jumble sale
Is one single reason
Why the Pocket will not fail...
Written by: Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton
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