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Modest Mouse - Black Cadillacs (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaac Brock
Isaac Brock
Guitar
Eric Judy
Eric Judy
Bass
Dann Gallucci
Dann Gallucci
Guitar
Benjamin Weikel
Benjamin Weikel
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Brock
Isaac Brock
Songwriter
Eric Judy
Eric Judy
Songwriter
Dann Gallucci
Dann Gallucci
Songwriter
Benjamin Weikel
Benjamin Weikel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dennis Herring
Dennis Herring
Producer
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Mixing Engineer
Clay Jones
Clay Jones
Recording Engineer
Dawn Palladino
Dawn Palladino
Assistant Engineer
Sean Macke
Sean Macke
Assistant Engineer
Nathan Provence
Nathan Provence
Assistant Engineer
Stuart Sikes
Stuart Sikes
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Letra

And it's true, we named our children after towns that we've never been to And it's true that the clouds just hung around Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral And we were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around You were so true to yourself, you were true to no one else Well, I should put you in the ground I've got the time, I got the hours, I got the days, I got the weeks I could say to myself I've got the words, but I can't speak Well I was done, done, done with all the circ-, circ-, circlin' round I didn't die, and I ain't complainin' I ain't blamin' you I didn't know that the words you said to me Meant more to me than they ever could you I didn't lie, and I ain't sayin' I told the whole truth I didn't know that this game we were playin' even had a set of rules We named our children after towns that we'd never been to And it's true that the clouds just hung around Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral And we were laughing at the stars While our feet clung tight to the ground So pleased with ourselves For using so many verbs and nouns But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber Than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground Well wings on flames, kings with no names Well, this place just ain't got right air, right now You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown Well you should run 'round yourself right now And we were done, done, done with all the fuck Fuck, fuckin' around, circlin' round
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Dann Gallucci, Eric Judy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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