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Risingson
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Трек «Risingson» вышел в 20 апреля 1998 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Circa»)Mezzanine
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АльбомMezzanine
Дата релиза20 апреля 1998 г.
ЛейблCirca
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM82

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Neil Davidge
Neil Davidge
Клавишные инструменты
Angelo Bruschini
Angelo Bruschini
Гитара
Andy Gangadeen
Andy Gangadeen
Барабаны
Grantley Marshall
Grantley Marshall
Вокал
Massive Attack (Del NajaMarshallVowlesNelsonSharp)
Massive Attack (Del NajaMarshallVowlesNelsonSharp)
Исполнитель
Robert Del Naja
Robert Del Naja
Вокал
The Velvet Underground
The Velvet Underground
Артист в сэмпле
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Robert Del Naja
Robert Del Naja
Автор песен
Andrew Vowles
Andrew Vowles
Автор песен
Grantley Marshall
Grantley Marshall
Автор песен
Lou Reed
Lou Reed
Автор песен
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Автор песен
Massive Attack
Massive Attack
Аранжировщик
Neil Davidge
Neil Davidge
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Robert Del Naja
Robert Del Naja
Продюсер
Andrew Vowles
Andrew Vowles
Продюсер
Lee Shepherd
Lee Shepherd
Инженер
Grantley Marshall
Grantley Marshall
Продюсер
Doc Savidge
Doc Savidge
Инженер
Neil Davidge
Neil Davidge
Продюсер
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Миксинг-инженер
Jan Kybert
Jan Kybert
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
P-Dub
P-Dub
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Massive Attack (Del NajaMarshallVowlesNelsonSharp)
Massive Attack (Del NajaMarshallVowlesNelsonSharp)
Продюсер

Слова

I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my era so
You lick a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
You light my ways through the club maze
We would struggle through the dub daze
I see myself in there upon my lover
It's how you go down to the men's room sink
Sad we talk of how madmen think
I see myself in there upon my lover
I don't know her from another miss
I don't know you from another
See me run now you're gone, dream on
Why you want to take me to this party and breathe?
I'm dying to leave
Every time we grind, we know we severed lines
Where have all those flowers gone?
Long time passing
“Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking?”
You keep on asking
Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like
They're invisible, when they trip, it flips
They get physical, way below my lips
And everything you got hoi-polloi like
Now you're lost, and you're lethal
And now's about the time you gotta leave all
These good people dream on
Nicer than the bird up in the tree top
Cheaper than the chip inside my laptop
All the variations you could do with me
Nicer than the girl up in your mind, you're free
Automatic crystal remote control
They come to move your soul
You're gonna fade into the background
Like a better smoke'll bring you back 'round
Like a man slide inside you, my dear
Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears
See 'em run, now you're gone, dream on
Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like
I found a reason
I found a reason
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Written by: Andrew Vowles, Grantley Marshall, Lou Reed, Pete Seeger, Robert Del Naja
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