album cover
album cover
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM176

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Friedman
Michael Friedman
Performer
The Civilians
The Civilians
Performer
Maya Sharpe
Maya Sharpe
Performer
Gibson Frazier
Gibson Frazier
Performer
Kristin Stokes
Kristin Stokes
Performer
Jennifer R. Morris
Jennifer R. Morris
Performer
Sam Breslin Wright
Sam Breslin Wright
Performer
Rebecca Hart
Rebecca Hart
Performer
Matthew Maher
Matthew Maher
Performer
Christina Sajous
Christina Sajous
Performer
Mr. Burns Original Cast Recording Ensemble
Mr. Burns Original Cast Recording Ensemble
Performer
Cody Owen Stine
Cody Owen Stine
Accordion
Andrea Grody
Andrea Grody
Music Director
Andrea Daly
Andrea Daly
Ensemble
Eric Parker
Eric Parker
Ensemble
Grace Field
Grace Field
Ensemble
Mike Cefalo
Mike Cefalo
Ensemble
Paul Speiser
Paul Speiser
Ensemble
Vaibu Mohan
Vaibu Mohan
Ensemble
Alex Nolan
Alex Nolan
Guitar
Ashley Baier
Ashley Baier
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Friedman
Michael Friedman
Composer
Anne Washburn
Anne Washburn
Lyrics
Andrea Grody
Andrea Grody
Orchestrator
Wiley DeWeese
Wiley DeWeese
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Civilians
The Civilians
Executive Producer
Andrea Grody
Andrea Grody
Co-Producer
Ian Kagey
Ian Kagey
Recording Engineer
Wiley DeWeese
Wiley DeWeese
Music Supervisor
Frank Di Minno
Frank Di Minno
Mastering Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Producer
Steve Cosson
Steve Cosson
Producer

Lyrics

You have to hope when hope is senseless, son
Remember
Certain you're ready? (Remember)
No last minute plea? (Remember, remember)
Bring it! (Remember)
Hit me!
You've got to breathe
When breath is useless
You've got to love when love is gone
You've got to carry on
Bart, you've got to carry on!
Bart Simpson
Trust you to bungle dying
That was a reflex!
I wasn't trying!
You've got to keep your eyes open
When all you can see is shit
Never surrender the world
Never turn from it!
Gyah!
You just startled me
I'm ready to die!
Dear boy, your savage pose says that's a lie
I'm gonna prove myself—
Stop the music!—
This moment, you own it, better not let it go
You've only taken two shots, do not miss your chance
Don't blow this opportunity to end my lifetime
Come on, Bart (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
Get yourself into place (Bum bum bum bum)
Face the long goodbye (Bum bum bum bum)
The final sigh (Bum bum bum bum)
Sayonara, suckers (Bum bum bum bum)
Cold, cruel world, toodaloo (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
Burns! Snap to it (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
Let's see what you can do! (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
I'm not gonna strain to dispatch you (Bum bum bum bum)
There's no escape hatch for you (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
This boat is spinning on a river (Bum bum bum bum)
In a world that's wrong (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
Your family gone (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
The forest on fire (Bum bum bum bum)
There's no life to aspire to (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
No air, no earth that won't expire you (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
And if you could learn to hope again, and to conquer dread (Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
Yes, that's right, Ghost Simpsons
I'm not deaf!
I've been perfectly aware of your off-key musical maunderings from the beginning
Ghost Simpsons?
It wouldn't matter, Little Bartlett
You'd still be just as dead, dead, dead!
Mom?
Dad?
Nothing protects us, nothing holds us (Love when love is gone) (Breathe when breath is useless)
Nothing leads us on (You've got to carry on)
But we stumble ahead anyway (Love when love is gone) (Hope when hope is senseless)
We scrape, we bleed, we bite (You've got to carry on)
You're going to fight and fight and—
Fight
And fight
And fight and fight and fight!
Itchy!
Scratchy!
Fight
And fight
And fight and fight and fight!
There's no one looking after me
Just shadows and their history
There's nothing for me up ahead
The river curves and then I'm dead
But I believe that I'm going to stick around
For another second or two
Because I've never done what I've been told
And, Burns, you don't want me to
I believe I'm going to stick around
For another second or two
I'm going to make a little trouble
Gonna cause a hullabaloo!
Written by: Anne Washburn, Michael Friedman
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