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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jude
Vocals
David Campbell
Strings
Paul Kimble
Bass Guitar
Justin Meldal-Johsen
Bass Guitar
Stuart Wylen
Bass Guitar
William Roe
Bass Guitar
Bill Sewell
Bass
Glen Holman
Bass
Brian MacLeod
Drums
David Raven
Drums
John Coz
Drums
Mickey Petralia
Programming
Steve Ferrone
Drums
Ben Kishaba
Electric Guitar
Michael Ward
Electric Guitar
Aaron Embrey
Keyboards
Benmont Tench
Keyboards
Damir Prsic
Keyboards
Keyfus
Keyboards
Patrick Warren
Keyboards
Rami Jaffe
Keyboards
Brian Kilgore
Percussion
Juliet Prater
Percussion
Clif Magness for Blue Iron Productions
Keyboards
David Stone
Strings
Eve Butler
Strings
Joel Derouin
Strings
Larry Corbett
Strings
Martin Tillman
Strings
Matthew Funes
Strings
Suzie Katayama
Strings
Dennis Farias
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jude
Songwriter
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mickey Petralia
Recording Engineer
Don C. Tyler
Editing Engineer
Steve Griffen
Editing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Jim Scott
Mixing Engineer
Clif Magness for Blue Iron Productions
Recording Engineer
George Drakoulias
Producer
FRANCIS BUCKLEY
Recording Engineer
Rail Rogut
Recording Engineer
Şarkı sözleri
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take a look around, baby tell me what you see
'Cause what you see is what you found
What you found is what you need
Life is hard, there's a feeling on the Boulevard
Everybody's got to play a final card
A way to go do the deed
Throw the punches like Apollo Creed
'Cause there's a bunch of ways to make it bleed, I know
Well, the words of the prophets are no longer
Written on the subway walls, one of them lost his hair
The other publishes poetry here and there
And that is all but, the things you said to me
I cannot forget although I try
To ignore the space beside me
Where we used to love and you would lie
She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view
As I was walking out the door, she said, "See
You don't want to go around the world with me"
Anyway, the San Francisco blues
It was a piece of news to me
It was a little blue book
And a night time nook of Zen philosophy
Late at night, a man desires a woman
White, black, tan, but the fires are flamed
By names and traces and the places and the faces
And it's all the same in the morning game when
She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view
As I was walking out the door, she said, "See
Why don't you wanna come around the world with me"
Everyday I climb the mountain
And everyday I drive a car
Every night I turn the lights off
It goes too far
Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh
She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view
She says, "Baby, I just can't believe
You don't wanna come around the world with me"
She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
...
Writer(s): Michael Jude Christodal
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