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Time
2.078
Alternative
Time foi lançado em 8 de outubro de 2021 por Tapete Records como parte do álbum Time - Single
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Data de lançamento8 de outubro de 2021
SeloTapete Records
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM125

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Jazz Butcher
The Jazz Butcher
Interpretação
Lee Russell
Lee Russell
Vibrafone
Patrick Guy Sibley Huntrods
Patrick Guy Sibley Huntrods
Guitarra elétrica
Dave Morgan
Dave Morgan
Bateria
Tim Harries
Tim Harries
Baixo
Pat Fish
Pat Fish
Vocais principais
Max Eider
Max Eider
Guitarra elétrica
Simon Taylor
Simon Taylor
Trompete
Joel Harries
Joel Harries
Vocal de apoio
Steve Gordon
Steve Gordon
Guitarra elétrica
Peter Crouch
Peter Crouch
Guitarra elétrica
Joe Woolley
Joe Woolley
Guitarra elétrica
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Patrick Guy Sibley Huntrods
Patrick Guy Sibley Huntrods
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Lee Russell
Lee Russell
Produção

Letra

My hair's all wrong. My time ain't long.
Fishy go to heaven, get along, get along.
I'm having too much fun to get anything done.
Leave me be. I'm not hurting anyone.
I took a long weekend in the psychedelic shack
And when you cross that bridge you ain't never coming back.
Ive got scars and stripes and burns,
Ive got the law of diminishing returns.
Ive got a one-way ticket to a pit of Council lime
I've barely got a minute till I'm in it
But for you I've got time.
A little bit of time.
Luminous. Leguminous. Salubrious. Lugubrious.
Time's running out. The money's running out.
You don't need me to tell you what it's all about.
Time's running out. The money's running out.
Oh, baby!
A small boy who just watched his cousin being shot
Is being pushed down a mine coz we've got to have the lithium.
Forced labour, privatised jails.
Yeah and all that that entails.
Tik tok. Never mind. You're gonna live forever.
Yeah in a razor wire dormitory,
Working on the long shift, doing what you're told to,
Doing what you're told to,
Doing what we used to call time.
(It's murder.)
Respectable. Bespectacled. Electable. Detestable.
Time's running out. The money's running out.
You don't need me to tell you what it's all about.
Time's running out. The money's running out.
Oh, baby!
I've overdone the underside and now I am undone.
There's no one here to see, though, cos I don't see anyone.
And if I hadn't told you that, you never would have known,
Unless I told you secretly when we were all alone.
Things are running slow. Things are running low.
You can have one more but then we gotta go.
One more before the bottle. One more before the mast.
One more shot for Davy Jones, better make it fast.
Time's running out. The money's running out.
You don't need me to tell you what it's all about.
Time's running out. The money's running out.
Oh, baby!
Written by: Patrick Guy Sibley Huntrods
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