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Jenny and the Mexicats: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jenny And The Mexicats
Jenny And The Mexicats
Künstler:in
Jenny Ball
Jenny Ball
Begleitgesang
Alfonso Acosta
Alfonso Acosta
Akustische Gitarre
Luis Diaz
Luis Diaz
Bassgitarre
David González
David González
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jenny Ball
Jenny Ball
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jenny And The Mexicats
Jenny And The Mexicats
Produzent:in
Juan García
Juan García
Produzent:in
Juan Pablo Toch
Juan Pablo Toch
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Your eyes are a like a glance To a world I already see Wide jet black in the center and wrapped in mahogony Through you I know what it's like to be me Mind unstable forget the unforgettable Gently ripples of oxygen glide towards my chair It hurts you when I say It hurts you when I say, "I won't be there" Leave on a little bit of clothes to keep you warm I catch you open your eyes in the time with mine And all I can do is pray 'Cause you're bound to love all the people You slowly fade away Been sitting by the fire Progressively feeling higher There's no limit, to this day Yeah, I've been sitting by the fire Progressively feeling higher There's no limit, to this day And it feels like I've been drifting For a long time, a long time And all of my world is swimming And my skin don't feel this cold, cold There's a little war up inside my head And nothing has arrived to clear this mess A brush of color frames the eyes that melt away And clouded by excitement Maybe here there'll be enlightenment It hurts you when I say It hurts you when I say, "I won't be there" Suspiciously I'm talking to me (talking to me...) I ask me a question sensibly And all I can do is pray 'Cause you're bound to love all the people You slowly fade away (slowly you set away...) It hurts you when I say, I say One, two, three, four I've been sitting by the fire Progressively feeling higher There's no limit, to this day Yeah, I've been sitting by the fire Progressively feeling higher There's no limit, to this day And it feels like I've been drifting For ah-ah, ah, a long time And all of my world is swimming And my skin don't feel this cold, cold
Writer(s): David Gonzalez Bernardos, Juan Garcia Alvarez, Alfonso Acosta Arrazola, Pablo Theaux Juan, Jennifer Helen Ball, Luis Diaz Melgar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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