Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Gregory Alan Isakov
Ведущий вокал
Andrew Berlin
Барабаны
Ilan Isakov
Электронное пианино Wurlitzer
Jeb Bows
Скрипка
John Paul Grigsby
Контрабас
Max Barcelow
Барабаны
Philip Parker
Виолончель
Rachel Sliker
Альт
Steve Varney
Банджо
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Gregory Alan Isakov
Автор песен
Ilan Isakov
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
Rachel Sliker
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Andrew Berlin
Инженер
Gregory Alan Isakov
Продюсер
Tucker Martine
Миксинг-инженер
Слова
Oh, my drunken Southern star
How you tried to hide in darkness
Slipped from orbit
Now you're dangerously close, oh, oh
Come out, come out
From all your hidin' out
We'll dig in our heels, salute the battlefields
Where are our broken hearts were born, oh
And the storm clouds are thirsty
I can see 'em burstin', watch 'em gatherin' light
And the walls in the bedroom now are poundin' out
Were we broken open, baby? Maybe, just a crack
I swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh
My broken open child
Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes?
Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea, oh, oh
Oh
Written by: Gregory Alan Isakov