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Toe Jam (Live)
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Soundtrack
Toe Jam (Live) adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Nonesuch tarafından 18 Ekim 2019 tarihinde yayınlandıAmerican Utopia on Broadway (Original Cast Recording Live)
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Çıkış Tarihi18 Ekim 2019
FirmaNonesuch
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Vocals
Bobby Wooten III
Bobby Wooten III
Bass
Daniel Freedman
Daniel Freedman
Drums
Davi Vieira
Davi Vieira
Drums
Gustavo Di Dalva
Gustavo Di Dalva
Drums
Mauro Refosco
Mauro Refosco
Drums
Stéphane San Juan
Stéphane San Juan
Drums
Tim Keiper
Tim Keiper
Drums
Karl Mansfield
Karl Mansfield
Keyboards
Angie Swan
Angie Swan
Vocals
Chris Giarmo
Chris Giarmo
Vocals
Tendayi Kuumba
Tendayi Kuumba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Songwriter, Composer
Norman Cook
Norman Cook
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Byrne
David Byrne
Producer
Jamie Nelson
Jamie Nelson
Additional Engineer
John Chadwick
John Chadwick
Additional Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Pete Keppler
Pete Keppler
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

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[Verse 1]
I was asked in New York City, "Do you like my clothes?"
I'm talking to my tape recorder, walking down the road
But on Friday night, I'm purified that my feet don't touch the floor
When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes
[Verse 2]
Everyday is fucking perfect, it's a paradise
I watch my life like it's a movie, have to watch it twice
A boy looks at a girl, and a girl looks like a pony
She gallops all day long, in between my toes and now
Every night she's purified, she don't do that dance no more
When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes
[Verse 3]
A member of the Juju Nation down in New Orleans
You don't need an application if you move your feet
[Verse 4]
Explode, if you poke it
Exposed, on the floor
It grows, if you soak it
It rolls, out the door, now
[Verse 5]
Summer time, every night, now my feet don't touch the floor
She don't do that dance no more, in between my toes, and now
Him and you, you and I, I don't do that dance no more
When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes
[Verse 6]
The lady starts to sing, but she ain't no disco dancer
She learned to shake her thing, in between my toes
[Verse 7]
Explode, if you poke it
Exposed, on the floor
It grows, if you soak it
It rolls, out the door
[Verse 8]
Explode, if you poke it
Exposed, on the floor
It grows, if you soak it
It rolls, out the door
Written by: David Byrne, Norman Cook
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