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Misery
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Трек «Misery» вышел в 3 октября 2000 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Reprise»)Warning:
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АльбомWarning:
Дата релиза3 октября 2000 г.
ЛейблReprise
LanguageEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM160

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Green Day
Green Day
Исполнитель
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Гитара
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Бас
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Барабаны
James Creepies
James Creepies
Вибраслэп
Timmy Chunks
Timmy Chunks
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Автор песен
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Автор песен
David Campbell
David Campbell
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Green Day
Green Day
Продюсер
Ken Allardyce
Ken Allardyce
Инженер
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Исполнительный продюсер
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер
Jack Joseph Puig
Jack Joseph Puig
Миксинг-инженер
Josh Weaver
Josh Weaver
Ассистент инженера
Richard Ash
Richard Ash
Ассистент инженера
Bill Schneider
Bill Schneider
Техник гитары
Kenny Butler
Kenny Butler
Техник барабанов
TONE
TONE
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи

Слова

[Verse 1]
Virginia was a lot lizard from F.L.A.
She had a compound fracture in the trunk
It started when she ran away
Thumbs out on the interstate
She hitched a ride to misery
[Verse 2]
Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Panhandling misery
[Verse 3]
And he's gonna get high, high, high
When he's low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screams, "Why oh why?"
I said, "I don't know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
[Verse 4]
Well, Vinnie was  a hustler out of Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in Tinseltown
They found him in a Cadillac
Bludgeoned with a baseball bat
In the name of misery
[Verse 5]
Well, Gina hit the road to New York City
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
She stopped in Vegas to elope
With Virginia and the dope
That kissed the bride eternally
[Verse 6]
And they're gonna get high, high, high
When they're low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed, "Why oh why?"
I said, "I don't know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
[Verse 7]
Well, hellhounds on your trail now once again, boy
It's groping on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
'Cause it's not what you make, it's what you leave
[Verse 8]
And we're gonna get high, high, high
When we're low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screams, "Why oh why?"
I said, "I don't know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
Written by: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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