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Swamp (Live)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
David Byrne
David Byrne
Вокал
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Электрогитара
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Синтезаторный бас
Alex Weir
Alex Weir
Электрогитара
Steve Scales
Steve Scales
Ударные инструменты
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Клавишные инструменты
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
David Byrne
David Byrne
Автор песен
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Композитор
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Композитор
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Продюсер
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Миксинг-инженер
Glenn Rosenstein
Glenn Rosenstein
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Linda Randazzo
Linda Randazzo
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
NICK DELRE
NICK DELRE
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Robin Laine
Robin Laine
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Allen Chinowsky
Allen Chinowsky
Инженер звукозаписи живых выступлений
Eric 'ET' Thorngren
Eric 'ET' Thorngren
Миксинг-инженер
Joel Moss
Joel Moss
Инженер
Mark Wolfson
Mark Wolfson
Инженер
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Миксинг-инженер

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Now, let me tell you a story The Devil, he has a plan Bag of bones in his pocket Get anything you want No dust, no rocks The whole thing is over All those beauties in solid motion All those beauties They're gonna swallow you up Let's go Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, hi One time too many Too far to go Hi, we've come to take you home, whoo-oo When they split those atoms It's hotter than the Sun Blood is a special substance They gonna pray for that man So wake up, young lovers The whole thing is over Watch out, touch monkeys All that blood They're gonna swallow you whole Let's go Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, hi What's that? who's driving? Where we going? who knows? Hi, we've come to take you home, whoo-oo How many people do you think I am? Pretend I am somebody else You can pretend I'm a old millionare A millionare washin' his hands Rattle the bones of dreams that stick out A medical chart on the wall Soft violins, hands touch your throat Everyone wants to explode Now, when your hands get dirty Nobody knows you at all Don't have a window to slip out of Lights on, nobody home Click-click, see ya later Beta-beta, and no time to rest Picka-picka, risky business All that blood will never cover that mess Let's go Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, hi So soft, hard feeling No tricks, let's go Hi, we've come to take you home, whoo-oo Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, hi Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, hi Hi, hi-hi-hi-hi-hi
Writer(s): Tina Weymouth, Chris Franz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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