Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Fisherman's Friends
Fisherman's Friends
Künstler:in
Imelda May
Imelda May
Stimme und Gesang
Rupert Christie
Rupert Christie
Programmierung
Jon Cleave
Jon Cleave
Stimme und Gesang
Jeremy Brown
Jeremy Brown
Stimme und Gesang
John McDonnell
John McDonnell
Stimme und Gesang
John Lethbridge
John Lethbridge
Stimme und Gesang
Jason Nicholas
Jason Nicholas
Stimme und Gesang
Pete Hicks
Pete Hicks
Stimme und Gesang
Toby Lobb
Toby Lobb
Stimme und Gesang
Bill Hawkins
Bill Hawkins
Stimme und Gesang
John Brown
John Brown
Stimme und Gesang
Julian Brown
Julian Brown
Stimme und Gesang
Nigel Sherratt
Nigel Sherratt
Stimme und Gesang
Trevor Grills
Trevor Grills
Stimme und Gesang
Simon Johnson
Simon Johnson
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rupert Christie
Rupert Christie
Komponist:in
Tom Gilbert
Tom Gilbert
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rupert Christie
Rupert Christie
Mischtechniker:in
Sam Burden
Sam Burden
Mischtechniker:in
Marcus Locock
Marcus Locock
Ingenieur:in

Paroles

[Verse 1]
For all the small people and the tall people
For the dispossessed and the absurd
For all the broken-hearted and the recently departed
For the unloved and the unheard
[Verse 2]
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines
We're broken moulds in a grand design
We look a mess, but we're doing fine
We're card-carrying lifelong members
Of the Union of Different Kinds
[Verse 3]
For all the lonely faces in those empty spaces
For the unloved and the denied
For the little wheels turning bigger deals
For all the dreams that bloom and those that die
[Verse 4]
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines
We're broken moulds in a grand design
We look a mess, but we're doing fine
We're card-carrying lifelong members
Of the Union of Different Kinds
[Verse 5]
It's why the oak tree bends
In the winds that blow, my friends
And the river finds its end
In the sea, yes, it does
[Verse 6]
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines
We're broken moulds in a grand design
We look a mess, but we're doing fine
We're card-carrying lifelong members
Of the Union of Different Kinds
[Verse 7]
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines
We're broken moulds in a grand design
So let's stand up for one last time
We're card-carrying lifelong members
Of the Union of Different Kinds
Written by: Rupert Christie, Tom Gilbert
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