Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Ween
Исполнитель
Buddy Spicher
Мандолина
Charlie McCoy
Губная гармошка
Pete Wade
Гитара
Russ Hicks
Исполнитель
Buddy Blackman
Банджо
Bob Wray
Бас
Kip Paxton
Бас
Denis Solee
Кларнет
Buddy Harman
Барабаны
Gene Chrisman
Барабаны
Hargus "Pig" Robbins
Фортепиано
The Jordanaires
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ween
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Бен Вон
Продюсер
Bobby Bradley
Инженер звукозаписи
Слова
I'm flyin' (flyin')
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
I'm seein' (seein')
The future, the past as I lay the present to waste
I'm scopin' (scopin')
All these feelings I have and hopin' for them to come true
And I'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby
I'm holdin' you
I'm breathin' (breathin')
The fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen
I'm climbin' (climbin')
The walls to where good and evil make amends
I'm trippin', (trippin') writhin' and squealin', pukin'
Looking for someone like you
And I'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby
I'm holdin' you
I'm flyin' (flyin')
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
I'm seein' (seein')
The future, the past as I lay the present to waste
I'm scopin' (scopin')
All these feelings I have and hopin' for them to come through
And I'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby
I'm holdin' you
And I'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby
I'm holdin' you
Writer(s): Aaron Freeman, Michael Melchiondo
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