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Kitchenette
1.380
Rock
Kitchenette foi lançado em 1 de janeiro de 2010 por Mute, a BMG Company como parte do álbum Grinderman 2
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Data de lançamento1 de janeiro de 2010
SeloMute, a BMG Company
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM70

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Grinderman
Grinderman
Interpretação
Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis
Violino
Martyn P. Casey
Martyn P. Casey
Baixo
Jim Sclavunos
Jim Sclavunos
Vocal de apoio
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Vocais
James Sclavunos
James Sclavunos
Percussão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis
Composição
Martyn P. Casey
Martyn P. Casey
Composição
Jim Sclavunos
Jim Sclavunos
Composição
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis
Produção
Martyn P. Casey
Martyn P. Casey
Produção
Jim Sclavunos
Jim Sclavunos
Produção
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Produção
Tim Young
Tim Young
Engenharia (masterização)
Nick Launay
Nick Launay
Produção
David "Saxon" Greenep
David "Saxon" Greenep
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Kevin Paul
Kevin Paul
Engenharia
Russell Fawkus
Russell Fawkus
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Tom Hough
Tom Hough
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)

Letra

I keep hanging around your kitchenette
And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in
I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar
And crush all your Gingerbread Men
'Cause I want you
Yeah, I want you to be my friend
Yeah, I want you
Yeah, I wanna be your solitary man
You try not to wake the executioner
He's sleeping with a fireman's axe
He leaves his glass eye on the pillow babe
And his dentures floating there in a glass
Come, it makes it hard to relax
It makes it hard to relax
When I want you
Yeah, I want you to be my friend
Ah, come on
It's getting hard to relax
It's getting hard to get my act together
Yeah
I'm gonna go out and open up the window and check outside
Well, what's this husband of yours ever given to you?
Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen
And a brood of jug-cared buck-toothed imbeciles
The ugliest fucking kids I've ever seen
Ah baby, I want you
Yeah, I want you to be my girlfriend
And maybe we could send those kids to play down on the street
And shouldn't you put shoes on their feet?
It's getting hard to relax, it's getting hard to relax
Open the window
Who's that coming out of backstage?
Tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe coming out of backstage
Now I know that you don't really dig him
And I can see that you want it to quit
But if you want to get your hand out of the cookie jar
You have to let go of the biscuit
Ah baby, I want you
Yeah, I want you to be my girlfriend
Yeah, I want you
Yeah, I wanna be your solitary man
I wanna be that man
She going tippy toe
Ah man, is that really the time?
Go and open up the window and look outside
Tippy toe, tippy toe coming up the stair
Maybe you should take the kids out
It's hard to relax, it's hard to relax
It's hard to relax, it's hard to relax
Get my act together
Get my act together
Written by: Jim Sclavunos, Martyn P. Casey, Nick Cave, Warren Ellis
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