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Topsongs van Dexys Midnight Runners
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dexys Midnight Runners
Künstler:in
Kevin Rowland
Stimme und Gesang
Helen O'Hara
Geige
Micky Billingham
Orgel
Billy Adams
Banjo
Giorgio Kilkenny
Bassgitarre
Seb Shelton
Schlagzeug
Steve Brennan
Geige
Brian Maurice
Saxofon
Jimmy Paterson
Posaune
Carol Kenyon
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Katie Kissoon
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Samantha Brown
Zusätzlicher Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kevin Rowland
Komponist:in
James Mitchell Paterson
Komponist:in
Jim Paterson
Songwriter:in
Steve Torch
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kevin Rowland
Mischtechniker:in
Helen O'Hara
Mischtechniker:in
Pete Schwier
Mischtechniker:in
Alan Winstanley
Produzent:in
Clive Langer
Produzent:in
Arun Chakraverty
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
Nobody tells you, you end up knowin' (Knowin')
Bad habits, you should sleep alone
Open to suggestions, is that the way you feel?
(Is that the way, the way you feel?)
'Cause you're the voice of experience, every word you choose (Every word you choose)
Sweet stolen info you must never lose
You're so secure in your habitat familiar
(You feel it, you feel so secure)
But you won't want from me
(You never want, no, nothin', never, yeah)
There's nothin' else to see
(And you should know somethin')
Try smokin' your own and don't look at me
(I'm lookin', I'm lookin', singin', singin' it, singin' it)
No need to explain it, just order dresses
Bad habits (You keep) you shouldn't keep
(Don't sleep there)
Quick nip next door to the, the vendor of charisma
(No need to explain it, nip next door to the vendor of charisma)
Because the, the time, the place, and the, the mood is right
And good old Kevin'll be all right (Kevin's gonna be alright)
(Ooh) Here comes "His Soul" get your pen and notebooks ready
(Ooh, here comes "His")
(Ooh, here comes "His", here comes "His Soul")
(Get your pen and notebooks ready)
But you won't look like me
(You never want, no, nothin', never, yeah)
You'll never think like me
(And you should know somethin')
Try smokin' your own and don't follow me
((I'll follow, I'm singin', singin', singin' it, singin' it))
Ah, there's no need to explain it, just
Just nip next door to the vendor of charisma
Got a voice of experience, every word you choose (Every word you choose)
Sweet stolen info you must never lose (And you're gonna lose)
So secure in your habitat familiar
You won't want from me
(You never want, no, nothin', never, yeah)
There's nothin' else to see
(And you should know somethin')
Try smokin' your own and don't look at me
(I'm lookin', I'm lookin', singin', singin' it, singin' it)
No need to explain it, just order dresses (Ooh)
Bad habits (You keep), you should sleep alone
Open to suggestions, is that the way you feel?
(Is that the way you feel?)
Written by: James Mitchell Paterson, Jim Paterson, Kevin Rowland, Steve Torch