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Titres les plus populaires de Belle and Sebastian
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Bob Kildea
Guitare
Stuart Murdoch
Chant
Frank Ricotti
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Kildea
Paroles/Composition
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Paroles/Composition
Richard William Colburn
Composition
Mick Cooke
Paroles/Composition
Sarah Ann Martin
Composition
Stuart Murdoch
Composition
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Vickers
Ingénierie
Phil Tyreman
Ingénierie
Paroles
Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
Many nights of talking in hotel rooms, can you take?
How many nights of limping 'round on pagan holidays?
Oh, elope with me in private, and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read, that always makes you cry
The statue's crying too and, well, he may
I love you, I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place
Besides, you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net, absurd
"You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job"
Maybe, but not what she deserves
Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor, and we'll help the passer by
And at dusk, when work is over, we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom, virginal and spare
The catcher hits for 318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed, he's praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Writer(s): Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Stephen Jackson, Bob Kildea, Sarah Martin, Richard Colburn
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