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Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
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Steve Nieve
Steve Nieve
Клавишные инструменты
Pete Thomas
Pete Thomas
Барабаны
Davey Faragher
Davey Faragher
Бас
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Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Продюсер
Sebastian Krys
Sebastian Krys
Продюсер
Daniel Galindo
Daniel Galindo
Инженер
Ron Taylor
Ron Taylor
Инженер
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
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I'm a lucky so and so A fortunate stiff You said you'd never knew me but I'm the one you want to be with If I tumble from a tight rope or leap from a cliff I won't be dashed to pieces I'm the boy named If If I disappear and I slip out from your view I just step upon a crack and I won't come back Imagine me and I'll imagine you too In a hollow of the bedsheet, or a picture in a frame I'm vivid as a summer's day, then never seen again Who'll pay the taxman? Who'll place the blame? Who'll point into an empty room and whisper my name? If I disappear and I slip out from your view You will step upon a crack and I won't come back Imagine me and I'll imagine you too Take my hand, we'll go to Magic Lantern Land (my hand) Take my hand, see the pictures they've projected (my hand) Take my hand, we'll fill our pockets up with sand (my hand) Dance in frantic passes 'til the grains all turn to glasses Drums begin to navigate, the band strikes up a riff No one will believe you but the boy named If Who'll pay your entrance fee? Who'll leave a tip? Who'll say, "Listen here, Sunshine, don't you give me no lip"? Who broke your favourite heart? Who stops and never starts? Who kiss you stupid? It must be something you did Who'll keep you satisfied after a lover's tiff? It must be some other guy not the boy named If If I disappear and I slip out from your view You will step upon a crack and I won't come back Imagine me and I'll imagine you too Take my hand, we'll go to Magic Lantern Land (my hand) Take my hand, see the pictures we've projected (my hand) Take my hand, we'll fill our pockets up with sand (my hand) Dance in frantic passes 'til the grains all turn to glasses
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