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Millworker
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Трек «Millworker» вышел в 1 мая 1979 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Columbia»)Flag
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АльбомFlag
Дата релиза1 мая 1979 г.
ЛейблColumbia
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM139

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
James Taylor
James Taylor
Исполнитель
Don Grolnick
Don Grolnick
Фортепиано
Valerie Carter
Valerie Carter
Вокал
David Lasley
David Lasley
Вокал
Kate Markowitz
Kate Markowitz
Вокал
Arnold McCuller
Arnold McCuller
Вокал
Michael Landau
Michael Landau
Гитара
Carlos Vega
Carlos Vega
Барабаны
Clifford Carter
Clifford Carter
Клавишные инструменты
Jimmy Johnson
Jimmy Johnson
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
John Taylor
John Taylor
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Don Grolnick
Don Grolnick
Продюсер
George Massenburg
George Massenburg
Миксинг-инженер
Michael White
Michael White
Инженер
Rail Rogut
Rail Rogut
Ассистент инженера
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Мастеринг-инженер
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Мастеринг-инженер
Nathaniel Kunkel
Nathaniel Kunkel
Инженер звукозаписи
John Godenzi
John Godenzi
Инженер звукозаписи
Randy Hutson
Randy Hutson
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

[Verse 1]
Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And I, his only daughter
Took up with a now good mill-working man
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me theses three faces to feed
[Verse 2]
Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't hard
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job
I'm waiting for a daydream
Could take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I can have a sandwich
And remember
[Verse 3]
Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
[Verse 4]
Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
I can hear my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake Eerie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors's lives were lost
[Verse 5]
Yes, but it's my life has been wasted
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool
I can ride home in the evening
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance
[Verse 6]
May I work the mills just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the label
It be me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
And the rest of the afternoon gone
For the rest of my life
Written by: James Taylor
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