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David Wimbish & The Collection

Mama

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Indie Pop

Skladba Mama vyšla 24. března 2017 Nettwerk Music Group na albu Listen to the River

Podrobnosti o skladbě

AlbumListen to the River

Datum vydání24. března 2017

ŠtítekNettwerk Music Group

JazykEnglish

Melodičnost

Akustičnost

Valence

Tanečnost

Energie

BPM67

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

David Wimbish & The Collection

David Wimbish & The Collection

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Richard David Wimbish

Richard David Wimbish

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Stephen Price

Producer, Engineer

Richard David Wimbish

Richard David Wimbish

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Adam Gonsalves

Engineer

Texty

Mama, I know you cannot let go

The weight that I upon your scales

Is more than they were meant to hold

But steady is the hand that leads me home

I’ve never known its plan

But I’m still grasping to the other end of its rope

Like you, like you

Lately you just speak in words that broke

Eventually the shards will break apart

Until they start in to make you choke

But all of us were once baptized in hope

Holy water that you gathered from the father

Until it started coming out your throat

And you felt it like a bad dream

But I watched it like a movie screen

Different eyes can see the same thing

And not realize what it means

Oh, Lord, where did I go wrong?

A cut cord, a kettle left too long?

But you won’t answer any prayers when I’m alone

Perfume words from alabaster songs

And tales of hurt described by fiery tongues

But you won’t answer prayers when I’m alone

Why don’t you come back like when I was young?

Mama, I know you cannot let go

Though we have both been rowing toward the ocean

It seems our motion split some time ago

But shaky are the hands with which we row

The way the rapids turn the land to sand

Feels like a steady plan to take us home

But you felt it like an ending

I watched it like it a new scene

Different ears can hear the same thing

And not agree on what it means

Oh, Lord, where did I go wrong?

A cut cord, a kettle left too long?

But you won’t answer any prayers when I’m alone

Perfume words from alabaster songs

And tales of hurt described by fiery tongues

But you won’t answer any prayers when I’m alone

So why don’t you come back like when I was young?

(Like you)

Come back like when I was young

(Like you)

Come back like when I was young

Oh, Lord, where did I go wrong?

A cut cord, a kettle left too long?

But you won’t answer any prayers when I’m alone

Written by: Richard David Wimbish

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