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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Beck
Beck
Вокал
Beck Hansen
Beck Hansen
Вокал
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Педальная слайд-гитара
Jason Falkner
Jason Falkner
Электрогитара
Joey Waronker
Joey Waronker
Барабаны
Roger Joseph Manning Jr.
Roger Joseph Manning Jr.
Клавишные инструменты
Smokey Hormel
Smokey Hormel
Электрогитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Beck
Beck
Композитор
Beck Hansen
Beck Hansen
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Beck Hansen
Beck Hansen
Продюсер
Darrell Thorp
Darrell Thorp
Инженер звукозаписи
Cole Marsden Greif-Neill
Cole Marsden Greif-Neill
Инженер звукозаписи
Cassidy Turbin
Cassidy Turbin
Инженер звукозаписи
David Greenbaum
David Greenbaum
Инженер звукозаписи
Florian Lagatta
Florian Lagatta
Инженер звукозаписи
Joe Visciano
Joe Visciano
Инженер звукозаписи
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Миксинг-инженер
Ben Baptie
Ben Baptie
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Мастеринг-инженер
Robbie Nelson
Robbie Nelson
Инженер звукозаписи
Beck
Beck
Продюсер

Слова

[Verse 1]
Oh, country down
Where I found my proving ground
All along the flood line
Wheels are turning around
The hills roll out like centuries
Pass by without a sound
Just a mile outside of town
[Verse 2]
Down-river bound
Where the limit to your sky fell down
A plot against your will
Is furrowed into your brow
Against your better judgement
It's all behind you now
Just a mile outside of town
[Verse 3]
What's the use in being found
When you can lose yourself, in some good ground?
In the weeds hiding, down river right next door
There's no frame around your picture
Just a view through my back door
[Verse 4]
Time evermore
You just found what you're looking for
A tiger rose, growing through your prison door
Reaching for sunlight, can't see it anymore
Just a mile from my back door
[Verse 5]
You could wake up on a lifeboat 'neath the sun
On a ladder up to the sky
You're standing on the lowest rung
Holding a lifeline, using my best defense
Running in the undertow I couldn't fight against
[Verse 6]
Oh, lay me down
Where we found my proving ground
All along the flood line
Waves are turning around
The hills roll out like centuries
Pass by without a sound
Just a mile outside of town
Written by: Beck, Beck Hansen
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