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Under Control
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Singer/Songwriter
Under Control adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Coalition Music (Records) tarafından 18 Eylül 2015 tarihinde yayınlandıBirds With Broken Wings
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Çıkış Tarihi18 Eylül 2015
FirmaCoalition Music (Records)
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM86

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Vocals
Michael Winograd
Michael Winograd
Clarinet
Ronald J Hynes
Ronald J Hynes
Contrabass
Greg Woolner
Greg Woolner
Drums
Donald Maclennan
Donald Maclennan
Violin
Nicolae Margineanu
Nicolae Margineanu
Instrumentalist
Sergiu Popa
Sergiu Popa
Accordion
Cyndi Cain
Cyndi Cain
Background Vocals
Lindsay Alcorn
Lindsay Alcorn
Background Vocals
Coco Love Alcorn
Coco Love Alcorn
Background Vocals
Sasha Muise
Sasha Muise
Background Vocals
Jean-Nicholas Trottier
Jean-Nicholas Trottier
Trombone
Erik Hove
Erik Hove
Alto Saxophone
Taryn Kawaja
Taryn Kawaja
Vocals
Pemi Paull
Pemi Paull
Viola
JC Lizotte
JC Lizotte
Cello
Andy King
Andy King
Trumpet
Jason Sharp
Jason Sharp
Baritone Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Songwriter
Michael Winograd
Michael Winograd
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Howard Billerman
Howard Billerman
Engineer
Renaud Letang
Renaud Letang
Mixing Engineer
Josh "Socalled" Dolgin
Josh "Socalled" Dolgin
Producer
Tyler Fitzmaurice
Tyler Fitzmaurice
Engineer
Darren van Niekirk
Darren van Niekirk
Engineer
Philip Shaw Bova
Philip Shaw Bova
Mastering Engineer

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There's a churning, there's a churning, there's a churning around
I can't fall asleep and the drugs won't stay down
There's a burning, there's a burning, there's a burning I've found
It's deep in the pit where the blood pumps around
All the children are laughing outside
The work never sleeps and there's no where to hide
It's under control far as anyone's seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
There's a witness, there's a witness, there's a witness out there
We've got to pretend that the money’s still here
There's a knocking, there's a knocking, there's a knock at the door
We'll tell them that Uncle don't live here no more
All the angels are crying downstairs
The brandy's run out, but their god never cares
He'll slap them and tell them the evening's been ruined
And his robes reek of failure and cheap French perfume
There's a tinkering (There's a tinkering!) there's a tinkerer in town
She'll fix everything 'til the moneys been found
There's a watchman (There's a watchman) and he's guarding the door
With a drink in his hand and a gun on the floor
And the monsters broke in through the sewers again
And they spend every night making ever more friends
They've conquered the bowels of Paris and now
They have every intention of taking the town
There's a bottle, there's a bottle in my bed
It helps me to reach for the switch in my head
There's a madness, there's a madness at bay
But a cold wind will blow down the levee some day
A train whistle blows, the conductor’s been hanged
In a white little house, a red telephone rang
And it's under control far as anyone's seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine
Written by: Ben Caplan
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