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Under Control
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Трек «Under Control» вышел в 18 сентября 2015 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Coalition Music (Records)»)Birds With Broken Wings
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Дата релиза18 сентября 2015 г.
ЛейблCoalition Music (Records)
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Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM86

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Вокал
Michael Winograd
Michael Winograd
Кларнет
Ronald J Hynes
Ronald J Hynes
Контрабас
Greg Woolner
Greg Woolner
Барабаны
Donald Maclennan
Donald Maclennan
Скрипка
Nicolae Margineanu
Nicolae Margineanu
Инструменталист
Sergiu Popa
Sergiu Popa
Аккордеон
Cyndi Cain
Cyndi Cain
Бэк-вокал
Lindsay Alcorn
Lindsay Alcorn
Бэк-вокал
Coco Love Alcorn
Coco Love Alcorn
Бэк-вокал
Sasha Muise
Sasha Muise
Бэк-вокал
Jean-Nicholas Trottier
Jean-Nicholas Trottier
Тромбон
Erik Hove
Erik Hove
Саксофон-альт
Taryn Kawaja
Taryn Kawaja
Вокал
Pemi Paull
Pemi Paull
Альт
JC Lizotte
JC Lizotte
Виолончель
Andy King
Andy King
Труба
Jason Sharp
Jason Sharp
Баритон-саксофон
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Автор песен
Michael Winograd
Michael Winograd
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Phil Shaw Bova
Phil Shaw Bova
Мастеринг-инженер
Howard Billerman
Howard Billerman
Инженер
Renaud Letang
Renaud Letang
Миксинг-инженер
Josh "Socalled" Dolgin
Josh "Socalled" Dolgin
Продюсер
Tyler Fitzmaurice
Tyler Fitzmaurice
Инженер
Darren van Niekirk
Darren van Niekirk
Инженер

Слова

There's a churning , There's a churning, There's a churning around
I can't fall asleep and the drugs won't stay down
There's a burning, There's a burning,There's a burning I've
Found. It's deep in the pit Where the blood pumps around
All children are laughing outside. The work never sleeps and there is no where to hide
It's under control far as anyone seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
There's a witness, There's a witness, There's a witness out there We've got to pretend that the moneys still here
There's a knocking, There's a knocking, There's a knock at the door We'll tell them that uncle don't live here no more
All the angels are crying down stairs the brandy's run out but their god never cares
Just grab them and tell them the evenings been ruined and his robes reek of failure and cheep french perfume
There's a tinkering, There's a tinkering, There's a tinkerer in town she'll fix everything till the moneys been found
There's a watchman, There's a watchman and he's guarding the door with a drink in his hand and a gun on the floor
And the monsters blew in through the sewers again and they spend every night making evermore friends
They've conquered the bowels of Paris and now They have every intention of Taking the town
There's a bottle, There's a bottle, There's a bottle in my bed It helps me to reach for the switch in my head
There's a madness, There's a madness at bay but a cold wind will blow down the levee some day
A trade of blows but the doctors been hanged
In a white little house oh the telephone rang and It's under control far as anyone seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
Written by: Ben Caplan
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