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Budapest
15.466
Rock
Budapest adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Parlophone UK tarafından 1 Eylül 1987 tarihinde yayınlandıCrest of a Knave
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Çıkış Tarihi1 Eylül 1987
FirmaParlophone UK
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM97

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull
Performer
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Flute, Acoustic Guitar, Lead Vocals, Vocals, Background Vocals, Electric Guitar, Percussion, Synthesizer, Keyboards
Martin Barre
Martin Barre
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
David Pegg
David Pegg
Bass Guitar
Gerry Conway
Gerry Conway
Drums, Percussion
Richard Sanders
Richard Sanders
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Songwriter, Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Producer, Engineer
Martin Barre
Martin Barre
Engineer
David Pegg
David Pegg
Engineer
Robin Black
Robin Black
Engineer
Stephen Tayler
Stephen Tayler
Engineer
Tim Matyear
Tim Matyear
Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasn't clear)
Could be a budding stately hero
International competition in a year
She was a good enough reason for a party...
(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)
While she ran a perfect circle
And she wore a perfect smile
In Budapest... hot night in Budapest
We had to cozy up in the old gymnasium...
Dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear
She was helping out at the back-stage...
Stopping hearts and chilling beer
Yes, and her legs went on for ever
Like staring up at infinity
Through a wisp of cotton panty
Along a skin of satin sea
Hot night in Budapest
You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife
Feel it blowing from the side fills. Feel like you were playing for your life
(if not the money)
Hot night in Budapest
She bent down to fill the ice box
And stuffed some more warm white wine in
Like some weird unearthly vision
Wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle
But the boys and me were heading west
So we left her to the late crew
And a hot night in Budapest
It was a hot night in Budapest
She didn't speak much English language...
(she didn't speak much anyway)
She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich
And she poured sweet wine before we played
Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now
I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall
But she didn't grace our table
In fact, she wasn't there at all
Yes, and her legs went on forever
Like staring up at infinity
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands
And she didn't care to be
That night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night, hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Written by: Ian Anderson
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