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Cyclone
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Трек «Cyclone» вышел в 4 июня 2011 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «429 Records»)Bride of the Noisemakers
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Дата релиза4 июня 2011 г.
Лейбл429 Records
ЯзыкEnglish
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Энергия
BPM71

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Bruce Hornsby & The Noisemakers
Bruce Hornsby & The Noisemakers
Исполнитель
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Вокал, Фортепиано
J.V. Collier
J.V. Collier
Бас-гитара
Sonny Emory
Sonny Emory
Барабаны
John Thomas
John Thomas
Клавишные инструменты
Bobby Read
Bobby Read
Деревянные духовые инструменты
Doug Derryberry
Doug Derryberry
Гитара
Blake Mills
Blake Mills
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Автор песен
Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Продюсер
Tony Berg
Tony Berg
Продюсер
Shawn Everett
Shawn Everett
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

Most of our years have flown away
With nothing much decided
Except the board we're playing on
How it's to be divided
More years yet die alone
The question's been decided
I got no answers of my own
And none have been provided
When I was young, there was nothing to know
And the wind followed me wherever I'd go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
There's a game that's only played
In a darkened room with strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards
Eyes closed to dangers
Jealousy folds without the playing its whole card
Romance raises grinning
I spent several lifetimes there
But I could not lose for winning
When I was young, there was love for free
Had to be given and received by me
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
With the wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Just can't see it so well with my fading eyes
A mystery to myself
Not everything, not how I was born to be
All I know is when I wanted it so
The wind itself rose for me
More than wasn't for love
Might just be a wandering man
I believe I made a better choice
To sing about it with this band
When I was a boy, I could summon the moon
With the click of a finger and a homemade tune
I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by
And sing all the words to a wildcat's cry
When I was a boy, there was nothing to know
And the wind followed me wherever I'd go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
I believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Still believe
Yes, I still believe I can still make the cyclone rise
Hey, cyclone rise
And the cyclone rose with the wave of my hand
Rain came down where I made my stand
Written by: Bruce Hornsby, Robert Hunter
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