Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raúl Esparza
Vocals
Jerry Dixon
Vocals
Amy Spanger
Vocals
Stephen Oremus
Conductor
Matt Beck
Guitar
Conrad Adderley
Bass
Clayton Craddock
Drums
Jon Weston
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Larson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Oremus
Assistant Producer
Jeffrey Lesser
Producer
Ed Rak
Recording Engineer
Keith Shortread
Assistant Engineer
Iain Fraser
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Letras
Stop the clock
Take time out
Time to regroup
Before you lose the bout
Freeze the frame
Back it up
Time to refocus
Before they wrap it up
Years are getting shorter
The lines on your face are getting longer
Feel like you're treading water
But the riptide's getting stronger
Don't panic, don't jump ship
Can't find it, like taxes
At least it happens only once in your life
They're singing, "Happy birthday"
You just wanna lay down and cry
Not just another birthday
It's 30/90
Why can't you stay 29?
Hell, you still feel like you're 22
Turn 30, 1990
Bang, you're dead
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Clear the runway
Make another pass
Try one more approach
Before you're out of gas
Friends are getting fatter
Hairs on you head are getting thinner
Feel like a clean up batter
On a team that ain't a winner
Don't freak out, don't strike out
Can't fight it, like City Hall
At least you're not alone
Your friends are there too
They're singing, "Happy birthday"
You just wish you could run away
Who cares about a birthday?
But 30/90, hey
Can't you be optimistic?
You're no longer the ingenue
Turn 30, 1990
Boom! You're passé
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell
Which way to Never Never Land?
Emerald City's gone to hell
Since the wizard blew off his command
On the streets you hear the voices
Lost children, crocodiles
But you're not into
Making choices, wicked witches
Poppy fields, or men behind the curtain
Tiger lilies, ruby slippers
Clock is ticking, that's for certain
They're singing, "Happy birthday"
I just wish it all were a dream
It feels much more like doomsday
Fuck 30/90
Seems like I'm in for a twister
I don't see a rainbow, do you?
Turn 30 in the '90s
Into my hands now
The ball is passed
I want the spoils, but not too fast
The world is calling
It's now or Neverland
Why can't I stay a child forever, and
30/90
30/90 (30/90)
30/90
30/90 (30/90)
30/90
30, 30/90
What can I do? (30/90, 30, 30/90)
What can I do?
Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson
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