Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Saints
Исполнитель
Ed Kuepper
Гитара
Alasdair Ward
Бас
Chris Bailey
Вокал
Ivor Hay
Барабаны
Martin Bruce
Труба
Martin Drover
Труба
Paul Nieman
Тромбон
Roger Cawkwell
Фортепиано
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ed Kuepper
Композитор
Roger Cawkwell
Аранжировщик медных духовых инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ed Kuepper
Продюсер
Bill Price
Инженер
Chris Bailey
Продюсер
Jeremy Spencer Green
Инженер
Слова
[Verse 1]
Thirteen hot nights in a row
The cops drive past, but they move slow
A million people stayin' low
With mangoes ripe, who needs to grow?
[Verse 2]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
[Verse 3]
Lots of junk on the radio
Just take a look, then you will know
I start to feel I'm being used
In a scheme that's been hidden from the public view
[Verse 4]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
[Verse 5]
It's almost guarded by the sea
Our prison island is not free
Our hope goes, but it's still there
It doesn't alter if you stare
[Verse 6]
Living room isolation
Extraordinary situation
I see police, but where's the crime?
We're just like convicts doing time
[Verse 7]
Thirteen hot nights in a row
The cops drive past, and they move slow
I start to feel I'm being used
In some scheme that's been hidden from the public view
[Verse 8]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
Written by: Ed Kuepper


