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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones
Künstler:in
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Moog
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Programmierung
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Stimme und Gesang
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Gitarre
Ron Wood
Ron Wood
Gitarre
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Schlagzeug
Chuck Leavell
Chuck Leavell
Tasteninstrumente
Darryl Jones
Darryl Jones
Bassgitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Songwriter:in
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Don Was
Don Was
Produzent:in
Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
Co-Produzent:in
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Matt Clifford
Matt Clifford
Ingenieur:in
Delbert Bowers
Delbert Bowers
Mischtechniker:in
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mischtechniker:in

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I had a dream last night I was piloting a plane And all the passengers were drunk and insane I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp Shot up a horde of zombies, but I come out on top What's it all about? Guess it just reflects my mood Sitting in the dirt Feeling kind of hurt All I hear is doom and gloom And all is darkness in my room Through the light your face I see Baby, take a chance Baby, won't you dance with me? Lost all that treasure in an overseas war Just goes to show you don't get what you paid for Battle to the rich and you worry about the poor Put my feet up on the couch And lock all the doors Hear a funky noise That's the tightening of the screws I'm feeling kind of hurt Sitting in the dirt All I hear is doom and gloom But when those drums go boom, boom, boom And through the night your face I see Baby, take a chance Baby, won't you dance with me? Yeah Baby, won't you dance with me? Oh, yeah Fracking deep for a while But there's nothing in the sump There's kids all picking at the garbage dumb I'm running out of water, so I better prime the pump I'm trying to stay sober, but I end up drunk We'll be eating dirt Living on the side of the road There's some food for thought Kind of makes your head explode I'm feeling kind of hurt, yeah But all I hear is doom and gloom And all is darkness in my room Through the night your face I see Baby, come on Baby, won't you dance with me? Yeah Yeah Baby, won't you dance with me? I'm feeling kind of hurt Baby, won't you dance with me? Oh, yeah Come on, dance with me I'm sitting in the dirt Baby, won't you dance with me?
Writer(s): Michael (mick) Jagger, Keith (gb) Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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