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Waves
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Трек «Waves» вышел в 23 мая 2025 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Mercury Nashville»)To Make You Cry - EP
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Дата релиза23 мая 2025 г.
ЛейблMercury Nashville
LanguageEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM111

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Вокал
Paul Defiglia
Paul Defiglia
Бас-гитара
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Педальная слайд-гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Композитор
David Ray Stevens
David Ray Stevens
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Evan Bartels
Evan Bartels
Продюсер
Dave "Squirrel" Covell
Dave "Squirrel" Covell
Миксинг-инженер
Rico Csabai
Rico Csabai
Продюсер
Justin Shturtz
Justin Shturtz
Мастеринг-инженер
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания

Слова

You can’t see it in the daylight
It only comes out in the night time
After the whiskey and the red wine
Starts to drown my soul
I get lit and light another
So many things I want to smother
But then I think about my mother
And breaking her heart makes me choke
Feels like I’m walking on a tightrope
Lord help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I’m digging my own grave
I’m just trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
Against the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
I just want to be a good man
I just want to be a good friend
Lord, I’m doing the best I can
Feels like I’m barely getting by
I hope you know I love you
I hope you’ll always love me too
I done the best that I know how to do
I pray I’ll get there with some time
Feels like I’m walking on a tightrope
Lord help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I’m digging my own grave
I’m just trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
Against the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
Baptized by fire
Live by the gun
Haunted by ghosts of the wrong that I’ve done
Hung out to dry
Washed by the blood
End of the line
I got nowhere to run
Feels like I’m walking on a tightrope
Lord help me through the unknown
Catching smoke with a lasso
I’m digging my own grave
I been trying not to let go
Hanging on to my last hope
Against the pulling of a black hole
It comes and goes in waves
Written by: David Ray Stevens, Evan Bartels
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