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Phantom Limb
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Phantom Limb foi lançado em 23 de janeiro de 2007 por Sub Pop Records como parte do álbum Wincing the Night Away
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Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Anita Robinson
Anita Robinson
Vocal de apoio
Dave Hernandez
Dave Hernandez
Guitarra líder
James Mercer
James Mercer
Interpretação
Jesse Sandoval
Jesse Sandoval
Bateria
Martin Crandall
Martin Crandall
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
James Mercer
James Mercer
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
James Mercer
James Mercer
Produção
Joe Chiccarelli
Joe Chiccarelli
Produção
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Engenharia (masterização)
Phil Ek
Phil Ek
Produção (adicional)
Sarah Register
Sarah Register
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Foals in winter coats
White girls of the north
File past, one, five, and one
They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham
The EHS norm
[Verse 2]
And they could float above the grass
In circles if they tried
A latent power I know they hide
To keep some hope alive
That a girl like I could ever try
Could ever try
[Chorus]
So we just skirt the hallway sides
A phantom and a fly
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection
[Verse 3]
A week of rolling eyes
And cheap shots from the tribe
And we're off to Nemarca's porch again
Another afternoon of the goat-head tunes
And pilfered booze
[Verse 4]
We wander through her momma's house
The milk from a window lights
Family portrait, circa '95
This is that foreign land with the sprayed-on tans
And it all feels fine
Be it silk or slime
[Chorus]
So when they tap our Monday heads
Two zombies walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our climb
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection
[Bridge]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
[Chorus]
So when they tap our Sunday heads
Two zombies walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our crime
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection
[Outro]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Written by: James Mercer
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