Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Alex Brightman
Alex Brightman
Vocais
Beetlejuice Original Broadway Cast Recording Ensemble
Beetlejuice Original Broadway Cast Recording Ensemble
Coral
Adam Laird
Adam Laird
Teclados
Nate Mayland
Nate Mayland
Trombone
Conrad Korsch
Conrad Korsch
Baixo
Kris Kukul
Kris Kukul
Regência
Shannon Ford
Shannon Ford
Bateria
John Putnam
John Putnam
Violão
Sean Driscoll
Sean Driscoll
Violão
MIDIOMATIC, LLC
MIDIOMATIC, LLC
Sintetizador
Joey Joseph
Joey Joseph
Teclados
Joshua Mark Samuels
Joshua Mark Samuels
Percussão
Tony Kadleck
Tony Kadleck
Trompete
Jay Branford
Jay Branford
Madeiras
Rick Heckman
Rick Heckman
Madeiras
Vito Chiavuzzo
Vito Chiavuzzo
Madeiras
Dylan Drake Schwab
Dylan Drake Schwab
Trompete
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Eddie Perfect
Eddie Perfect
Composição
Kris Kukul
Kris Kukul
Orquestração
Emily Grishman Music Preparation
Emily Grishman Music Preparation
Transcrição musical
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Eddie Perfect
Eddie Perfect
Produção
Brandon Chevere
Brandon Chevere
Engenharia (assistente)
Carlos Mora
Carlos Mora
Engenharia (assistente)
Neal Shaw
Neal Shaw
Engenharia (assistente)
Thom Beemer
Thom Beemer
Engenharia (assistente)
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Engenharia (masterização)
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Engenharia (gravação)
Alex Timbers
Alex Timbers
Produção
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Produção
Matt Stine
Matt Stine
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
Hey, folks
Begging your pardon
'Scuse me
Sorry to barge in
Now let's skip the tears and start on
The whole, y'know
"Being dead" thing
[Verse 2]
You're doomed
Enjoy the singing
The sword of Damocles is swinging
And if I hear
Your cell-phone ringing
I'll kill you myself
The whole "being dead" thing
[Verse 3]
Death can get a person stressed
"We should have carpe'd way more diems
Now we're never gonna see 'em"
I can show you what comes next
So don't be freaked
Stay in your seats
I do this bullshit, like, eight times a week
So just relax, you'll be fine
Drink your fifty-dollar wine
And take a breath
[Refrain]
Welcome to a show about death
[Verse 4]
You're
You're gonna be fine
On the other side
Die, you're all gonna die, you're all gonna die
[Verse 5]
I'll
I'll be your guide
To the other side
[Refrain]
Oh, and full disclosure
It's a show about death
[Verse 6]
Everybody gets on fine here
Like Rodgers, Hart, and Hammerstein here
The women's bathroom has no line here
Just pee where you want
The whole "being dead" thing
[Verse 7]
You're just gonna love the folks here
Yeah, I know you're woke, but you can take a joke here
And every show, I do, like, a ton of coke here
The whole
The whole "being dead" thing
[Verse 8]
Nobody is bullet-proof
"I work out, I eat clean"
Jesus, pass the Dramamine
Time to face the brutal truth
'Cause we're all on a hit-list
Might not live till Christmas
Choke to death on Triscuits
Hey, that's just statistics
So take a little break here
Kinda like a wake here
The scenery is fake here
But there's a giant snake here
[Refrain]
Welcome to a show about death
[Verse 9]
You're
You're gonna be fine
Thank you
On the other side
How're you doin'?
Oh, not good?
Hard to believe-a-dee-bop-bop
[Verse 10]
I'll
Hey
I'll be your guide
To the other side
Seriously, though, this is a show about
[Bridge]
Death is taboo, but it's hardly something new
There's nothing medical professionals can do
'Cept maybe just bill you
[Bridge]
If you die while listening to this album
It's still gonna keep playing
[Bridge]
There's no destiny or fate
Just a terrifying wait
Filled with people that you hate
And on a certain date, the universe kills you
[Bridge]
That's the thing with life
No one makes it out alive
[Verse 11]
Toss that body in the pit
"Gosh, it's awful, ain't it tragic?"
Blah, blah, Bible, Jesus, magic"
When you're dead, who gives a shit?
No pilates, no more yoga
"Namaste", you freakin' posers
[Verse 12]
From the cradle to cremation
Death just needs a little conversation
I have mastered the art
Dies Irae
Of tearing convention apart
Dies Irae
[Outro]
So, how about we all make a start
Dies Irae
On the whole being dead thing?
God, I hope you're ready for a show about death
Written by: Eddie Perfect
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