Top Songs By Madness
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Madness
Stimme und Gesang
Graham McPherson
Stimme und Gesang
Dan Woodgate
Schlagzeug
Chris Foreman
Gitarre
Lee Thompson
Saxofon
Mike Barson
Tasteninstrumente
Cathal Smyth
Trompete
Graham Bush
Bass
Joe Auckland
Blechblasinstrumente
Mike Kearsey
Blechblasinstrumente
Steven Turner
Blechblasinstrumente
Rachael Lander
Cello
Lenny Edwards
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Natalie Holt
Bratsche
Nick Barr
Bratsche
Kirsty Mangan
Geige
Martin Lissola
Geige
Stephanie Benedetti
Geige
Vicky Lyon
Geige
Ellie Fagg
Geige
Michael Kearsey
Blechblasinstrumente
The Brass Monkeys
Blechblasinstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dan Woodgate
Komponist:in
Lee Thompson
Komponist:in
Madness
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Graham McPherson
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Chris Foreman
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Mike Barson
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Cathal Smyth
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Mike Kearsey
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Michael Kearsey
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Charlie Andrew
Produzent:in
Owen Morris
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Baby, we are living a life that most
Could only dream of
And baby, look at the debris of what we have become
Oh can't anybody help us?
Why should anybody care?
I'm so taken in by you
I would follow you oohh to the other side
Our connections are sugar sweet
So strap up, take it all in your stride
Oh can't anybody help us?
Why should anybody care?
Cut throats are going in for the kill
Bumbling flashes snapping at our heels
We may appear like circus freaks
Juggling with all we have able
But at the end of the day our cards upon the table
Nothing left concealed
Oh, all will be revealed
Baby, we are living the life that most could only
Imagine, imagine all the people
And baby, look at the debris and what we have become
Clear all this clutter from the front room dear
Give me a little whistle when the coast is clear
'Cause, we may appear like circus freaks
Balancing upon the tight rope
To a dumb struck helpless crowd
Willing us on, hope against hope
We may appear like circus freaks
Death defying antics down a dead end street
Desperate to avoid the tabloid
Soiled to the souls of our feet
We may appear like circus freaks
Juggling with all we have able
But, at the end of the day our cards upon the table
No more bets
No more bets
Writer(s): Lee Jay Thompson, Daniel Mark Woodgate
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