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Currents Convulsive
9 771
Rock
Трек «Currents Convulsive» вышел в 26 июня 2007 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Equal Vision Records»)A Flair For the Dramatic
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Дата релиза26 июня 2007 г.
ЛейблEqual Vision Records
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM104

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Casey Bates
Casey Bates
Программирование
Mike Fuentes
Mike Fuentes
Барабаны
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Mike Fuentes
Mike Fuentes
Автор песен
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Casey Bates
Casey Bates
Продюсер
Nick Johnson
Nick Johnson
Дополнительный инженер
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Продюсер
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

(So) congratulations, (long) break a leg tonight
What a shame, I heard the understudy died under the knife
Crying backwards under bedroom lights
The operation
I don't think you'll ever wanna love me (love me)
You'd gotta listen to your doctor, doctor
Sober up (and bury the empty cup)
In a backyard of Seattle, we used to lie
When I sew you up, don't let me
Won't stop bleeding
Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin
Won't let me go, oh no, oh no
And they're ruining the mood
So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle
And I, I don't think you'll ever wanna love me (love me)
You gotta listen to your doctor, doctors lie (lie), lie (lie), lie (lie)
If the dollar is right, oh, my sweet little girl
Hold your mouth and you'll be alright
Gather 'round, gather 'round
Ladies and gentlemen, come from far, come from wide
The moment you've all been waiting for
Tonight, join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death
And the miracle of resurrection
Please understand me when
I'd rather see you dead
Than live without me
So thirsty for more
Beyond the sea blue light, I met the love of my life
She'd rather see me dead than face me
I like your starry eyes, they yell, "Surprise, surprise!"
I'm in love, but not for long
Our operation
Call off the operation
Our operation
Call off, off, off
Another wave has turned its back on me
Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see
Can't count on anything (if your delicate eyes don't blink someday)
For you, I'd count the salt (they might as well be gone)
Under the sea (might as well be gone)
Written by: Michael Fuentes, Victor Vincent Fuentes
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