Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Stewart Cole
Stewart Cole
Trompete
Jeremy Stacey
Jeremy Stacey
Bateria
Landi Oshinowo
Landi Oshinowo
Vocal de apoio
Petr Pycha
Petr Pycha
Regência (coral)
Charlie Jones
Charlie Jones
Baixo
Paul Cuddeford
Paul Cuddeford
Violão
Marti Pellow
Marti Pellow
Vocais
Melvin Duffy
Melvin Duffy
Guitarra pedal steel
David Binney
David Binney
Saxofone tenor
Paul Stacey
Paul Stacey
Violão
David Campbell
David Campbell
Cordas
James Hallawell
James Hallawell
Teclados
Sam Robles
Sam Robles
Saxofone barítono
Adam Klemens
Adam Klemens
Regência
Grant Mitchell
Grant Mitchell
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Marti Pellow
Marti Pellow
Composição
James Hallawell
James Hallawell
Composição
Chris Sheehan
Chris Sheehan
Composição
David Campbell
David Campbell
Arranjos
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Engenharia (gravação)
Jan Holzner
Jan Holzner
Engenharia (gravação)
Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
Engenharia (gravação)
Wes Maebe
Wes Maebe
Engenharia (gravação)
Travis Warner
Travis Warner
Engenharia (gravação)
James Hallawell
James Hallawell
Engenharia (gravação)
Phill Brown
Phill Brown
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

Three streets in London closed and now we have the weather
Young starlight steps on waterfall, yeah
Princess in swimsuit shock, and alien politicans
Don't be turning it up, turning it on, turning it off
Now babe, you've got to listen
Jet black horse, you don't know what he's thinking
Ancient art volcano (black horse, black horse)
Ice white fish, you'll never catch it swimming
Rainbow, wave, tornado (black horse, black horse)
Keep changing channels baby, keep on turning over
We're gonna find the truth, it's out there, will it let us in?
Keep changing, changing, baby keep on turning over
'Cause we can't stay still, we can't stay still
We can't stay still no more
Jet black horse, you don't know what he's thinking
Ancient art volcano (black horse, black horse)
Ice white fish, you'll never catch it swimming
Rainbow, wave, tornado (black horse, black horse)
You've got to listen
Every time I turn on the TV
It keeps telling me lies, telling me lies
Every time I turn on the TV
It keeps telling me lies, telling me lies
Keep changing channels baby, keep on turning over
Can't find no meaning anymore
Keep changing livin' about, livin' about, livin' about turnin' it over
'Cause there's nothing that's on, nothing that's real
Nothing really ever speaks to me no more
Jet black horse, you don't know what he's thinking
Ancient art volcano (black horse, black horse)
Ice white fish, you'll never catch it swimming
Rainbow, wave, tornado (black horse, black horse)
Every time I turn on the TV
It keeps telling me lies, telling me lies
Every time I turn on the TV
It keeps telling me lies, telling me lies
Why?
Jet black horse
You don't know what he's thinking
Don't know what he's thinking
Don't know what he's thinking, yeah
Jet black horse
Written by: Chris Sheehan, James Hallawell, Mark Mclachlan, Marti Pellow
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