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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Fiona Apple
Stimme und Gesang
Jon Brion
Bass
Matt Chamberlain
Schlagzeug
Patrick Warren
Kammerstreicher
Peter Kent
Geige
Charlie Bisharat
Geige
Eve Butler
Geige
Susan Chatman
Geige
Armen Garabedian
Geige
Berj Garabedian
Geige
Gerardo Hilera
Geige
Robert Peterson
Geige
Brian Leonard
Geige
Michele Richards
Geige
Edmund Stein
Geige
John Wittenberg
Geige
Robert Becker
Bratsche
Denyse Buffum
Bratsche
Scott Haupert
Bratsche
Maria Newman
Bratsche
Suzie Katayama
Cello
Larry Corbett
Cello
Paula Hochalter
Cello
Daniel Smith
Cello
Rich Costey
Programmierung
Elizondo
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Fiona Apple
Songwriter:in
Randy Brion
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
John Bainbridge
Orchestrator:in
Don Sweeney
Kopist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jon Brion
Produzent:in
Rich Costey
Mischtechniker:in
Steve Mixdorf
Ingenieurassistent:in
John Tyree
Ingenieurassistent:in
Greg Collins
Ingenieurassistent:in
Rob Brill
Ingenieurassistent:in
Tom Banghart
Ingenieurassistent:in
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
How many times do I have to say
To get away, get gone?
Flip your shit past another lass's
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot
And you got away with a lot
But I'm not turned on
So put away that meat you're selling
[PreChorus]
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefitting
And yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
[Chorus]
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out
That he don't give a shit about me
[PreChorus]
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefitting
And yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
[Chorus]
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out
That he don't give a shit about me
[Verse 2]
How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize
That it's no sacrifice because the price is paid
And there's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin' go
[PreChorus]
'Cause I've done what I could for you
And I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefitting
Instead I'm sitting
Singing again, singing again, singing again
Sing, sing, sing again
[Chorus]
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out
That he don't give a shit about me
[Chorus]
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out
That he don't give a shit about me
Written by: Fiona Apple