Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kurt Elling
Leadgesang
Charlie Hunter
E-Gitarre
Superblue
Künstler:in
DJ Harrison
Klavier
Corey Fonville
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kurt Elling
Songwriter:in
Charlie Hunter
Songwriter:in
Phil Galdston
Songwriter:in
DJ Harrison
Songwriter:in
Corey Fonville
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kurt Elling
Produzent:in
Charlie Hunter
Produzent:in
Anthony Gravino
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Dave McNair
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
DJ Harrison
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Corey Fonville
Co-Produzent:in
Lyrics
On my first take, your shimmy-shake
Look sexy across the room
I could just about taste it, desire, fire
The hit of a dark perfume
All the shades down, the lights are low
Flow is happening
You flashing your baby blues, just a little peek-a-boo
And I started imagining
But then, I notice that button
It probably means nothing
Just some kind of a joke
'Cause, girl, I think that you're crushing
No point in discussing it
'Cause you have to be woke
But now, you've got me wondering
And thinking all the sudden
Am I missing a trick?
Are you a brick house or a brick?
Is this like, dance 10 thinks three? (Thinks three)
As I shake the question, and keep the connection
You boogie across the floor
In a reckless necklace and a little black dress
Possibly nothing more
Your fingers in my hair now, lingering there
Knowing just what to do
And your lips are glistening, keeping me listening
And then, you whisper that Q is true
And that's when you murder the moment
The rabbit hole opens on some stranger than strange
I guess that I should have known it
That button means you're into that stormy insane stuff
I wish you'd kept it on the physical plane
Because I can't make it with your brain
'Cause I can't make it with your brain
'Cause I can't make it with your brain
'Cause then you murdered the moment
The rabbit hole opened on your stranger than strange
That button isn't ironic, it's Adrenochromic
And it's some bloody insane
And, wow, that blows up the hook-up
'Cause I ain't wasting time cruising in your lane
'Cause now, I'm only looking for grown-ups
And not some adolescent on a crazy-train
And you can buy your own goddamn champagne
'Cause I can't make it with your brain
(Can't make it with your brain, with your brain)
Can't make it with your brain
And now, the headlines
Bat-boy found in cave ten years ago says he's not afraid of heights
Volunteers to operate NATO space laser
Disappeared brawny lumberjack Butch Jones
Released from fifteen years as Bigfoot love slave
Mourning wife says, "He's just not the man I married"
Vatican City miracle stunner
Tiny ghost of Pope John Paul the II
Living under current pope's hat
Shocking photos found in White House basement reveal
Twenty-seventh U.S. president William Howard Taft was actually a woman
(There's pictures and everything)
The end is near
Elvis tells mummy aliens to shut us down
We're fired
(We're fired)
(We're fired)
Written by: Charlie Hunter, Corey Fonville, DJ Harrison, Devonne Harris, Kurt Elling, Phil Galdston