制作
出演艺人
The Pinkerton Raid
表演者
作曲和作词
Jesse James DeConto
词曲作者
歌词
Got an old Gibson made from two
Conceived in the fires of neglect
In a far off forest, mahogany fell
Whose ears were there to hear it?
The trees are swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you hear it
Our bodies swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you feel it
These ivory keys, a centerpiece
The living gather round them
In these lonely '20s, you can't give them away
We just don't play them like we used to do
The trees are swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you hear it
Our bodies swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you feel it
The sound is music when you feel it
If I plucked my Gibson strings
Oh, would you sing along?
Our voices carrying in the wind
When breath don't carry poison
Sea breeze blow away that poison
The trees are swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you hear it
Our bodies swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you feel it
The sound is music when you feel it
Written by: Jesse James DeConto
