Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Henley
Don Henley
Vocals
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Background Vocals
Joe Walsh
Joe Walsh
Electric Guitar
Timothy B. Schmit
Timothy B. Schmit
Background Vocals
Scott Crago
Scott Crago
Drums
Steuart Smith
Steuart Smith
Electric Guitar
Richard F.W. Davis
Richard F.W. Davis
Keyboards
Michael Thompson
Michael Thompson
Keyboards
Will Hollis
Will Hollis
Keyboards
Bobby Carlos
Bobby Carlos
Guitar
Brian Hunt
Brian Hunt
Guitar
John Gabrielli
John Gabrielli
Guitar
Victor Rodriguez
Victor Rodriguez
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Henley
Don Henley
Songwriter
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Songwriter
Steuart Smith
Steuart Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eagles
Eagles
Producer
Andy Ackland
Andy Ackland
Additional Engineer
Eddie Delana
Eddie Delana
Additional Engineer
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Additional Engineer
Jeremy Janezcko
Jeremy Janezcko
Additional Engineer
Jim Nipar
Jim Nipar
Additional Engineer
Than van Nipsen
Than van Nipsen
Additional Engineer
Bill Szymczyk
Bill Szymczyk
Co-Producer
Scott Crago
Scott Crago
Co-Producer
Steuart Smith
Steuart Smith
Co-Producer
Richard F.W. Davis
Richard F.W. Davis
Engineer
Blade
Blade
Editing Engineer
Chris Bell
Chris Bell
Engineer
Hank Linderman
Hank Linderman
Engineer
Mike Harlow
Mike Harlow
Engineer
Mike Terry
Mike Terry
Engineer
Steve Churchyard
Steve Churchyard
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Elliot Scheiner
Elliot Scheiner
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Carlos
Bobby Carlos
Guitar Technician
Brian Hunt
Brian Hunt
Guitar Technician
John Gabrielli
John Gabrielli
Guitar Technician
Victor Rodriguez
Victor Rodriguez
Guitar Technician

Letra

Well, ain't it a shame That our short little memories Never seem to learn The lessons of history We keep makin' the same mistakes Over and over and over and over again And then we wonder why We're in the shape we're in Good ol' boys down at the bar Peanuts and politics They think they know it all They don't know much of nothing Even if one of them was to read the newspaper Cover-to-cover That ain't what's going on Journalism's dead and gone Frail grasp on the big picture Light fading and the fog is getting thicker It's a frail grasp on the big picture Dark ages You my love-drunk friend All that red wine and candlelight Soulful conversations That go on until the dawn How many times can you tell your story? How many hangovers can you endure Just to get some snuggling done? You're living in a hollow dream You don't have the slightest notion What long-term love is all about All your romantic liaisons Don't deal with eternal questions like Who left the cap off the freaking toothpaste? Whose turn to take the garbage out? Frail grasp on the big picture You keep on rubbin' that, you're gonna get a blister It's a frail grasp on the big picture I've seen it all before And we pray to our Lord Who we know is American He reigns from on high He speaks to us through middlemen And he shepherds his flock We sing out and we praise His name He supports us in war He presides over football games And the right will prevail All our troubles shall be resolved We have faith in the Lord Unless there's money or sex involved Frail grasp on the big picture Nobody's calling them for roughing up the pitcher It's a frail grasp on the big picture Heaven help us Frail grasp on the big picture All waiting for that miracle elixir Frail grasp on the big picture I don't wonder anymore Frail grasp on the big picture Somebody says, "You brought her here so go ahead and kiss her Frail grasp on the big picture Frail grasp on the big picture Light fading and the fog is getting thicker It's a frail grasp on the big picture Frail grasp on the big picture Frail grasp on the big picture
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Donald Hugh Henley, Steuart Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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