Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dan Searle
Drums
Adam Christianson
Electric Guitar
Antonia Kesel
Violin
Will Harvey
Violin
Edward Bale
Viola
Choir Noir
Vocals
Patrick J Pearson
Piano
Tristan Button
Trumpet
Nicholai Andersen
Trumpet
Anders Farstad
Trumpet
Susanne Skou
Horn
Jari Kamsula
Horn
Ignacio Montero Requena
Horn
Palle Schou Nielsen
Horn
Marek Stolarczyk
Trombone
Fabrice Godin
Trombone
Jens Vind
Trombone
Amélie Searle-Desbiens
Background Vocals
Alex Ali Dean
Keyboards
Alex Verster
Double Bass
Josh Middleton
Electric Guitar
Sam Carter (Architects)
Vocals
The Parallax Orchestra
String Orchestra
Tim Lowe
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Searle
Songwriter
Adam Christianson
Songwriter
Alex Ali Dean
Songwriter
Josh Middleton
Songwriter
Sam Carter (Architects)
Songwriter
Simon Dobson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Searle
Producer
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
Adam Getgood
Engineer
Joachim Hejslet
Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Josh Middleton
Co-Producer
Peter Miles
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
Oh, it just won't calculate, a prophecy with a twist
Do you really think Christ was a capitalist?
Every man for himself
Let thy neighbour drown, amen!
So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep (so sing us to sleep)
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing
You've gotta watch where you tread (tread)
Round up the ambivalent, you mustn't sit in the shade
'Cause it's blasphemous for one to abstain from hate
We're all sisters and brothers
But if you're one of the others, then fuck you!
So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep (so sing us to sleep)
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
So save me the sermon
You all sound the same (you all sound the same)
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
No common sense left in these empty heads, swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles apart, whoa, whoa
No common sense left in these empty heads, swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles apart
So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
So save me the sermon
You all sound the same (you all sound the same)
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing
You've gotta watch where you tread
Don't look down, let thy neighbour drown
Discourse is dead
Writer(s): Daniel Joseph Searle, Alex Anthony Dean, Thomas Duncan Searle, Sam Carter
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