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Devil's Arcade
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Трек «Devil's Arcade» вышел в 25 сентября 2007 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Columbia»)Magic
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АльбомMagic
Дата релиза25 сентября 2007 г.
ЛейблColumbia
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM90

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Гитара
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Фортепиано
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Саксофон
Danny Federici
Danny Federici
Орган
Nils Lofgren
Nils Lofgren
Гитара
Patti Scialfa
Patti Scialfa
Бэк-вокал
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Бас
Steven Van Zandt
Steven Van Zandt
Гитара
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Барабаны
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Клавишные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Продюсер
Tom Tapley
Tom Tapley
Ассистент инженера
Tom Syrowski, Matt Serrecchio, Glenn Pittman, Kevin Mills
Tom Syrowski, Matt Serrecchio, Glenn Pittman, Kevin Mills
Ассистент инженера
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Мастеринг-инженер
Nick DiDia
Nick DiDia
Инженер звукозаписи
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Инженер звукозаписи
Billy Bowers
Billy Bowers
Ассистент инженера

Слова

Remember the morning we dug up your gun?
The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun
Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade
You said, "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made"
Somebody made a bet. Somebody paid
The cool desert morning and nothing to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls; a sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes of the devil's arcade
You sleep and dream your buddies Charlie and Jim
And wake with a thick desert dust on your skin
Voice says, "Don't worry, I'm here
Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
House on a quiet street; a home for the brave
A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers, the end of the day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
Written by: Bruce Springsteen
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