Видео
Лучшие песни Cage the Elephant
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Matt Shultz
Вокал
Brad Shultz
Гитара
Matthan Minster
Клавишные инструменты
Jared Champion
Барабаны
Daniel Tichenor
Бас-гитара
Nick Bockrath
Гитара
Kyle Davis
Ударные инструменты
John Hill
Программирование
Gina Corso
Скрипка
Lisa Dodlinger
Скрипка
Mario Deleon
Скрипка
Sara Parkins
Скрипка
Kerenza Peacock
Скрипка
Charlie Bisharat
Скрипка
Leah Katz
Альт
Andrew Duckles
Альт
Jacob Braun
Виолончель
Ginger Murphy
Виолончель
Dave Stone
Контрабас
The W. Crimm Singers
Бэк-вокал
Katie Schecter
Бэк-вокал
David Campbell
Дирижер
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Matt Shultz
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Brad Shultz
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Matthan Minster
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Jared Champion
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Daniel Tichenor
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Nick Bockrath
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John Hill
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David Campbell
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
John Hill
Продюсер
Rob Cohen
Инженер
Jeremy Ferguson
Инженер
Tom Elmhirst
Миксинг-инженер
Randy Merrill
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
Soft glow on the city
She said, "There's no one here who can touch you now"
Caught the last flight out of LAX
With your one-way ticket, New York-bound
Climb so high, don't make a sound
Don't you forget what goes up must come down
Climb so high, tell me how it feels
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
On the phone you sound shifty
You say that you're at home, alone right now
But in the background there's a muffled laugh
As you spin that wool and pull it down
Climb so high, don't hear a sound
Don't you forget what goes around, comes around
Climb so high, tell me how to feel
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
Says it should be gone, at least it was this time
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Writer(s): Matthan Megrew Minster, Nicholas Bockrath, Jared Champion, Bradley Shultz, Matthew Shultz, Daniel Tichenor
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