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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Modest Mouse
Künstler:in
Isaac Brock
Stimme und Gesang
William Slater
Banjo
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isaac Brock
Komponist:in
Jeremiah Green
Komponist:in
Tom Peloso
Komponist:in
Russell Higbee
Komponist:in
Lisa Molinaro
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew Weiss
Produzent:in
Jeremy Sherrer
Ingenieur:in
Darrin Wiener
Ingenieur:in
Clay Jones
Ingenieur:in
Brandon Eggleston
Ingenieur:in
John McEntire
Mischtechniker:in
Seth Lorinczi
Ingenieur:in
Beau Raymond
Ingenieur:in
Griffin Rodriguez
Ingenieur:in
Greg Calbi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Open up a window, all the air, oh, the air is fallin' out
Eyes vacuum up light, sound gets trapped by the mouth
We'll deal with the remainder when the dents
The dents get hammered out
Then we'll travel through time
[Verse 2]
The world's an inventor with its work crawlin', runnin', squirmin' round
Tree dropped colorful fruits directly into our mouths
The world's an inventor, we're the dirtiest thing it's thought about
And we really don't mind
[Verse 3]
We'll probably never get there
Bring your sight seers, school teachers down
It's a watercolor weekend, all the trees are turnin' colors now
We'll probably never get there
Bring your candy taster, time wasters around
And we'll fuck with their minds
[Verse 4]
The world composes with his shirttails wrinkled, hangin' out
Bang us together, see what sort of sounds we make right now
The world plays music, playin' skin on teeth inside of the mouth
What sort of sounds?
What lovely sounds come about?
[Verse 5]
We greased all the ropes
We'll throw you a line
We're gonna break these boulders
We're gonna pull things out
We greased all the ropes
We'll throw you a line
We're gonna break these boulders
We're gonna travel time
[Verse 6]
We're gonna throw a party, all the ghosts of trees are comin' out
Don't move any direction, wait until the light's inside of the cloud
You're gonna wanna see this, don't bring your camera around
Watch sun and stardust align
[Verse 7]
We greased all the ropes
We'll throw you a line
We're gonna break these boulders
We're gonna pull things out
We greased all the ropes
We'll throw you a line
We're gonna break these boulders
We're gonna travel time
[Verse 8]
Roll down the window, all the air, all the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light, sound gets trapped by the mouth
Our predecessor left this box and somethin's clawing around
I think it really wants out
Written by: Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Lisa Molinaro, Russell Higbee, Tom Peloso