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

Видео

Видео

Создатели

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
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
Philip Shaw Bova
Philip Shaw Bova
Мастеринг-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 the children are laughing outside
The work never sleeps and there's no where to hide
It's under control far as anyone's 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 money’s 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 downstairs
The brandy's run out, but their god never cares
He'll slap them and tell them the evening's been ruined
And his robes reek of failure and cheap French perfume
There's a tinkering (There's a tinkering!) there's a tinkerer in town
She'll fix everything 'til 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 broke in through the sewers again
And they spend every night making ever more 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 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 train whistle blows, the conductor’s been hanged
In a white little house, a red telephone rang
And it's under control far as anyone's seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
Written by: Ben Caplan
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