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Musik - Marcus Kleanshot
Text - Marcus Kleanshot
Der Song entstand aus einem Riff und lag lange in Rohform auf der Festplatte bis wir ihn dann doch auf das Album nahmen. Die einfache Chordsequence lebt von der Dynamik und wunderbar von Dani auf den Drums interpretiert.
Marcus Kleanshot - Gesang
Ayesha Mendham - Gesang
Marcus Kleanshot - Gitarren
Sergio Morales - Keyboard
Bassaray - Bass
Daniel Navarrera - Schlagzeug
Esteban Matuke - Percussions
Text - Marcus Kleanshot
Der Song entstand aus einem Riff und lag lange in Rohform auf der Festplatte bis wir ihn dann doch auf das Album nahmen. Die einfache Chordsequence lebt von der Dynamik und wunderbar von Dani auf den Drums interpretiert.
Marcus Kleanshot - Gesang
Ayesha Mendham - Gesang
Marcus Kleanshot - Gitarren
Sergio Morales - Keyboard
Bassaray - Bass
Daniel Navarrera - Schlagzeug
Esteban Matuke - Percussions
Bottle on the table
Leave bottle on the table, close the door
It’s been a while now, go and look for more
Why should the flowers in your hair
Keep you from blowing up this shed
You wouldn’t know
Feel the wind and the rain when you ride
Don’t turn around, keep going to the light
The rails we came on in before
Have long been covered by the snow
You wouldn’t know
Pass the hat around and beg for a smile
We took a turn and left the silent crowd behind
We’ve never tried going this way
Why should this fear obstruct our day?
We wouldn’t know
Put the bottle on the table, close the door,
We’ll be alright now; the claimers are all gone,
If there was a burning wish to fight
We’d keep it running through all times
You would know
Leave bottle on the table, close the door
It’s been a while now, go and look for more
Why should the flowers in your hair
Keep you from blowing up this shed
You wouldn’t know
Feel the wind and the rain when you ride
Don’t turn around, keep going to the light
The rails we came on in before
Have long been covered by the snow
You wouldn’t know
Pass the hat around and beg for a smile
We took a turn and left the silent crowd behind
We’ve never tried going this way
Why should this fear obstruct our day?
We wouldn’t know
Put the bottle on the table, close the door,
We’ll be alright now; the claimers are all gone,
If there was a burning wish to fight
We’d keep it running through all times
You would know
