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Elvis Costello & Allen Toussaint - The River In Reverse - 2006-06-06
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Stimme und Gesang
Allen Toussaint
Allen Toussaint
Wurlitzer Piano
Anthony Brown
Anthony Brown
E-Gitarre
Steve Nieve
Steve Nieve
Klavier
Davey Faragher
Davey Faragher
Bass
Pete Thomas
Pete Thomas
Schlagzeug
Amadee Castenell
Amadee Castenell
Tenorsaxofon
Brian “Breeze” Cayolle
Baritonsaxofon
Joe Smith
Joe Smith
Trompete
Sam Williams
Sam Williams
Posaune
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Joe Henry
Joe Henry
Produzent:in
S. Husky Hoskulds
S. Husky Hoskulds
Mischtechniker:in
Kevin Dean
Kevin Dean
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Wesley Fontenot
Wesley Fontenot
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in

Songteksten

How long does a promise last?
How long can a lie be told?
What would I take in exchange for my soul?
Would I notice when it was sold?
Wake me up, wake me up
Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
There must be something better than this
'Cause I don't see how it can get much worse
What do we have to do to send the river in reverse?
Every man a crawling kingsnake
Every girl a half a heartbreak
Every woman sold into shame
To any son without a name
Are your arms too weak to lift?
Another shovel on the graveyard shift
Here comes the flood if you catch my drift
Where the things that they promised are not a gift
A man falls through a mirror of a lake
We fish him out quick and they call him a fake
Give him all the temptations he can take
Tie him up high till his bones break
Wake me up, wake me up
Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
There must be something better than this
'Cause I don't see how it can get much worse
What do we have to do to send the river in reverse?
I thought I heard somebody laugh
Look out your window
They're chasing shadows in the dark
They're counting widows
I felt a sliver of glass
Saw a cross in the splinters
I felt the truce of spring
Dig me out of the trench of winter
So count your blessings when they ask permission
To govern with money and superstition
They tell you it's all for your own protection
Until you fear your own reflection
But the times are passing from illumination
Like bodies falling from a constellation
An uncivil war divides the nation
So erase the tape
On the final ape
Running down creation
Running down creation
Wake me up, wake me up
Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
There must be something better than this
Wake me up (Wake me up)
Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
There must be something better than this
Written by: Elvis Costello
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