Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jeff Tweedy
Автор песен
Jay W. Bennett
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Wilco
Продюсер
Mike Scotella
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Dave Trumfio
Инженер
Larry Greenhill
Инженер
Mike Hagler
Инженер
Mitch Easter
Инженер
Russ Long
Инженер
Bob Ludwig
Мастеринг-инженер
Jim Scott
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Grainger
Инженер
Jonathan Parker
Техник звукозаписи
Steve Chadie
Ассистент инженера
Слова
Like a cloud, his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His heart's in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a travellers guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having
He feels lucky to have you here
In his kitchen, in your chair
Sometimes he forgets that you're even there
It's just a dream he keeps having (ooh-oh, ah-aah)
And it doesn't seem to mean anything (ooh-oh)
It's just a dream he keeps having (ah-aah)
It's just a dream (ooh-oh)
And it doesn't seem to mean anything (ah-aah)
Writer(s): Jeff Tweedy, Jay Bennett
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