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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Phoebe Bridgers
Stimme und Gesang
Julien Baker
Stimme und Gesang
Lucy Dacus
Stimme und Gesang
Ethan Gruska
Synthesizer
Christian Lee Hutson
Stimme und Gesang
Jenny Lee Lindberg
Bassgitarre
Conor Oberst
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Emily Retsas
Bassgitarre
Tomberlin
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Marshall Vore
Schlagzeug
Nick White
Klavier
Jeroen Vrijhoef
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Nick Zinner
E-Gitarre
Nathaniel Walcott
Horn
Rob Moose
Streichinstrument
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Phoebe Bridgers
Songwriter:in
Christian Lee Hutson
Songwriter:in
Conor Oberst
Songwriter:in
Marshall Vore
Songwriter:in
Rob Moose
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
Nathaniel Walcott
Horn-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Phoebe Bridgers
Produzent:in
Ethan Gruska
Produzent:in
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Tony Berg
Produzent:in
Joseph Lorge
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mike Mogis
Mischtechniker:in
Will Maclellan
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Paroles
Somewhere in Germany, but I can't place it
Man, I hate this part of Texas
Close my eyes, fantasize
Three clicks and I'm home
When I get back I'll lay around
Then I'll get up and lay back down
Romanticize a quiet life
There's no place like my room
But you had to go
I know, I know, I know
Like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore
Not even the burnouts are out here anymore
And you had to go
I know, I know, I know
Out in the park, we watch the sunset
Talking on a rusty swing set
After a while you went quiet and I got mean
I'm always pushing you away from me
But you come back with gravity
And when I call, you come home
A bird in your teeth
So I gotta go
I know, I know, I know
When the sirens sound, you'll hide under the floor
But I'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado
I'm gonna chase it
I know, I know, I know
I gotta go now
I know, I know, I know
Driving out into the sun
Let the ultraviolet cover me up
Went looking for a creation myth
Ended up with a pair of cracked lips
Windows down, scream along
To some America First rap, country song
A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall
Slot machines, fear of God
Windows down, heater on
Big bolts of lightning hanging low
Over the coast, everyone's convinced
It's a government drone or an alien spaceship
Either way, we're not alone
I'll find a new place to be from
A haunted house with a picket fence
To float around and ghost my friends
No, I'm not afraid to disappear
The billboard said, "The end is near"
I turned around, there was nothing there
Yeah, I guess the end is here
The end is here
The end is here
The end is here
The end is here
Writer(s): Conor Oberst, Phoebe Bridgers, Marshall Vore, Christian Hutson
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