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Трек «Feedback» вышел в 9 ноября 2004 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Essential Media Group»)Time Travelin' Couch

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АльбомTime Travelin' Couch

Дата релиза9 ноября 2004 г.

ЛейблEssential Media Group

LanguageEnglish

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM92

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Toothpick

Исполнитель

Gary Philips

Электрогитара

Doug Ray

Ведущий вокал

Duke Mushroom

Ударные инструменты

The Freshmaka

Тромбон

Kaz Gamble

Программирование барабанов

Moe Roberts

Барабаны

DJ Deetalx

Проигрыватель пластинок

Pete Levin

Фортепиано

Samfir

Духовые инструменты

Bubs Smith

Исполнитель

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Sam Hollander

Автор песен

Doug Ray

Автор песен

David Schommer

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Sam Hollander

Продюсер

Gary Philips

Продюсер

Rick Pantoja

Мастеринг-инженер

David Schommer

Продюсер

Слова

The inmates are runnin' the asylum, they're out in the streets

And now we can't find 'em even though we tried to hide 'em

And throw away the keys

Some of those cuckoos are just like me

The inmates are runnin' the asylum, they're out in the streets

And now we can't find 'em even though we tried to hide 'em

And throw away the keys

Some of those cuckoos are just like me

I think this blanket is a force field in the Hall of Justice

To shield me from the truth, now I'm scared for these youngsters

Growin' up with all this bad news at their fingertips

When I was young, I didn't know shit, didn't give a shit

But now it's war, mysterious disease, crashin' economy

Buildings fallin' down in my city, it's right in front of me

I can't get a job without my name on my shirt

Try to sell dope to pay rent, but it just don't work

(Houston) This is Toothpick, we have a problem

Hate washed away the love in the streets of Gotham

I'm with Peter Parker, Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne

We in the Batplane on the way to take away the pain

I said, why cry? You were born to fly

Time stands still when we roll by

As for you, true, what do we do?

I'll be in Metropolis singin' midnight blues

Now my generation's gonna grow up to be president

When record executives become rest home residents

The world is upside down, at least for now

I've been standin' on my head ever since I found out

So get a good look at your friends, look at your neighbors

Solicit documentation of erratic behavior

But who decides who's legit and who's crazy?

Are you incapacitated by drugs or just lazy?

And just maybe that man really fell from the sky

When you tried to tell your parents and they said that you lied

Now time goes by and life stands still

And the question is, what's in your head and what's real?

I said, why cry? You were born to fly

Time stands still when we roll by

As for you, true, what do we do?

I'll be in Metropolis singin' midnight blues

Why cry? You were born to fly

Time stands still when we roll by

As for you, true, what do we do?

I'll be on Capitol Hill singin' midnight blues

Doctor, they're escaping

The authorities have all been sedated

Come on, we on a world tour, hittin' the streets, ready to rock

It's Toothpick, Captain Kirk and Dr. Spock

Fuck Rent-a-Ride, we in the Enterprise, I got shotty

No sad goodbyes televised, so beam me up, Scotty

Comb the streets, strapped with a photon phaser

Particle decelerator, check your punk ass later

Now the space invader tried to stamp out the cash crop

Made friends with the aliens and got 'em to stop clocks

They took me for a ride in the spaceship, damn

I gotta get back to Earth so I can do my thang

I said, why cry? You were born to fly

Time stands still when we roll by

As for you, true, what do we do?

I'll be on Capitol Hill singin' midnight blues

Why cry? You were born to fly

Time stands still when we roll by

As for you, true, what do we do?

I'll be in the Milky Way singin' midnight blues

The inmates are runnin' the asylum, they're out in the streets

And now we can't find 'em even though we tried to hide 'em

And throw away the keys

Some of those cuckoos are just like me

The inmates are runnin' the asylum, they're out in the streets

And now we can't find 'em even though we tried to hide 'em

And throw away the keys

Some of those cuckoos are just like me

Written by: David Schommer, Doug Ray, Samuel Hollander

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