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Marbles
6.997
Rock
Marbles foi lançado em 11 de outubro de 1993 por UMC (Universal Music Catalogue) como parte do álbum The First Tindersticks Album (Deluxe Edition)
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Data de lançamento11 de outubro de 1993
SeloUMC (Universal Music Catalogue)
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM108

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Tindersticks
Tindersticks
Interpretação
Mark Colwill
Mark Colwill
Baixo
Neil Fraser
Neil Fraser
Violão
Stuart Staples
Stuart Staples
Vocais
Al Macauley
Al Macauley
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Alistair McAuley
Alistair McAuley
Composição
Dickon Hinchliffe
Dickon Hinchliffe
Composição
David Boulter
David Boulter
Composição
Mark Colwill
Mark Colwill
Composição
Neil Fraser
Neil Fraser
Composição
Al Macaulay
Al Macaulay
Composição
Stuart Ashton Staples
Stuart Ashton Staples
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Tindersticks
Tindersticks
Produção
Ian Caple
Ian Caple
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
Her haircut, she looked virtually made up
In that dress, growing ever tighter
It was saddening the length she'd gone to
To be more attractive
In the process, losing something
We never knew, but still missed
[Verse 2]
You knew you were lost as soon as you saw her
You saw your life as a series of complicated dance steps
Impossible to learn, they had to come naturally
Together, you squirmed and wiggled and I could only jerk along behind
[Verse 3]
They're going to hurt you
They always will
[Verse 4]
She is now with me inside of you
And I could only stare wide-eyed as everything closed
In around the three of us
Things you never saw, I'm talking the paranoid scheme
The blood rushing through our body, it was good
[Verse 5]
They're going to hurt you
They always will
[Verse 6]
She opened the door, his face, bruised and swollen
But before he knew, pushed, falling down curved stairs
Our message lost and our plans forgotten
Surrounded by men in suits with black, shiny shoes
Moving in, kicking, stamping, bland expressions, faces
A handful of marbles thrown in a dustbin
Memories, memories
[Verse 7]
They're going to hurt you
They always will
[Verse 8]
In an open town
In a bath with red wine
I never even knew or wanted you to understand me
Shipwrecked, they came
Written by: Al Macaulay, Alistair McAuley, David Boulter, Dickon Hinchliffe, Mark Colwill, Neil Fraser, Stuart Ashton Staples
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