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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
James Ford
Schlagzeug
Abigail Morris
Stimme und Gesang
Emily Roberts
Gitarre
Georgia Davies
Bassgitarre
Aurora Nishevci
Klavier
Lizzie Mayland
Gitarre
Emma Smith
Geige
Lucy Wilkins
Geige
Paloma Deike
Geige
Freya Goldmark
Geige
Phil Granell
Geige
Chihiro Ono
Geige
Rosie Tompsett
Geige
Aleksandra Masurova
Geige
Richard Jones
Bratsche
Jenny Ames
Bratsche
Midori Jaeger
Cello
Alex Marshall
Cello
Zami Jalil
Bratsche
Sam Becker
Kontrabass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Abigail Morris
Songwriter:in
Emily Roberts
Songwriter:in
Georgia Davies
Songwriter:in
Aurora Nishevci
Songwriter:in
Lizzie Mayland
Songwriter:in
Rhys Downing
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
James Ford
Produzent:in
Alan Moulder
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jimmy Robertson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Paroles
A room at dusk, mastering the art of lying still
Breathe like a girl
'Til my lungs fill
Oh, pull your boots up, boys
And push me down
I'm only here
For your entertainment
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure, can't commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
Run 'til I fall
How I wish the trees would swallow me
Make me a forest
Take away my soul
I could never give the curse to her
I, I could never live with the guilt of lying
That people are kind
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure, can't commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Give me the dark red liquor stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Writer(s): Aurora Nishevci, Emily Roberts, Georgia Davies, Elizabeth Mayland, Abigail Morris, Rhys Downing
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