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Devil's Arcade
3.819
Rock
Devil's Arcade adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Columbia tarafından 25 Eylül 2007 tarihinde yayınlandıMagic
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Çıkış Tarihi25 Eylül 2007
FirmaColumbia
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM90

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Guitar
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Piano
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Saxophone
Danny Federici
Danny Federici
Organ
Nils Lofgren
Nils Lofgren
Guitar
Patti Scialfa
Patti Scialfa
Background Vocals
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Bass
Steven Van Zandt
Steven Van Zandt
Guitar
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Drums
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Producer
Tom Tapley
Tom Tapley
Assistant Engineer
Tom Syrowski, Matt Serrecchio, Glenn Pittman, Kevin Mills
Tom Syrowski, Matt Serrecchio, Glenn Pittman, Kevin Mills
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Nick DiDia
Nick DiDia
Recording Engineer
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Recording Engineer
Billy Bowers
Billy Bowers
Assistant Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Remember the morning we dug up your gun?
The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun
Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade
You said, "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made"
Somebody made a bet. Somebody paid
The cool desert morning and nothing to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls; a sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes of the devil's arcade
You sleep and dream your buddies Charlie and Jim
And wake with a thick desert dust on your skin
Voice says, "Don't worry, I'm here
Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
House on a quiet street; a home for the brave
A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers, the end of the day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
Written by: Bruce Springsteen
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