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The Upper Classes
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Rock
Трек «The Upper Classes» вышел в 1 января 1994 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Hut»)Now I'm a Cowboy
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АльбомNow I'm a Cowboy
Дата релиза1 января 1994 г.
ЛейблHut
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM83

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Auteurs
The Auteurs
Исполнитель
Luke Haines
Luke Haines
Вокал
Alice Readman
Alice Readman
Бас
James Banbury
James Banbury
Виолончель
Barnaby C. Rockford
Barnaby C. Rockford
Барабаны
Joe Beckett
Joe Beckett
Ударные инструменты
Louise Elliot
Louise Elliot
Саксофон
Belinda Sykes
Belinda Sykes
Гобой
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Luke Haines
Luke Haines
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Luke Haines
Luke Haines
Продюсер
Phil Vinall
Phil Vinall
Продюсер
Pete Hoffman
Pete Hoffman
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Giles Hall
Giles Hall
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи

Слова

[Verse 1]
Some of the clothes
You stole from your lover's home
Make you glow in the dark
Make you light up the room on your own
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now
[Verse 2]
Put it all in a trust fund
She can't touch 'till she's twenty one
Amazing the cruel hand of fate
A tax loss against the state
[Verse 3]
You had to move three times this year
I'd rather be anywhere but here
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
[Verse 4]
House guest is here
Can't believe that the vanishing point appeared
Can hardly believe
People live in houses behind trees
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now
[Verse 5]
That cunt's really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You can't get so far with a perishing wit
But the money's in trust - isn't it?
[Verse 6]
What treasures can you hold and face?
You don't have the right name
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
[Verse 7]
Some of your friends
From your other life just don't belong
They're crude and they're plain
It's not their fault, it's the world they're from
[Verse 8]
You can't come here no more
Unless you use the tradesman's door
There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth
If you melt the silver - yourself
[Verse 9]
Put it all in a trust fund
She can't touch 'till she's twenty one
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise
Paradise
Paradise
[Verse 10]
Some of the clothes
You stole from your lover's home
Are better than the clothes
We stole from the shops on our own
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now, now, now
Written by: Luke Haines
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