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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Don Henley
Don Henley
Batterie
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Chœurs
Joe Walsh
Joe Walsh
Guitare électrique
Randy Meisner
Randy Meisner
Guitare basse
Sid Sharp
Sid Sharp
Premier violon
Jim Ed Norman
Jim Ed Norman
Direction des cordes
Don Felder
Don Felder
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Don Henley
Don Henley
Paroles/Composition
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Paroles/Composition
Jim Ed Norman
Jim Ed Norman
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Allan Blazek
Allan Blazek
Ingénierie
Bruce Hensal
Bruce Hensal
Ingénierie
Ed Mashal
Ed Mashal
Ingénierie
Bill Szymczyk
Bill Szymczyk
Production
Lee Hulko
Lee Hulko
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

She came from Providence One in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang Heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams Like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place People were smilin' They spoke about the red man's way And how they loved the land And they came from everywhere To the Great Divide Seeking a place to stand Or a place to hide Down in the crowded bars Out for a good time Can't wait to tell you all What it's like up there And they called it paradise I don't know why Somebody laid the mountains low While the town got high Then the chilly winds blew down Across the desert Through the canyons of the coast To the Malibu Where the pretty people play Hungry for power To light their neon way Give them things to do Some rich men came and raped the land Nobody caught 'em Put up a bunch of ugly boxes And Jesus people bought 'em And they called it paradise The place to be They watched the hazy sun Sinking in the sea You can leave it all behind Sail to Lahaina Just like the missionaries did So many years ago They even brought a neon sign "Jesus is coming" Brought the white man's burden down Brought the white man's reign Who will provide the grand design? What is yours and what is mine? 'Cause there is no more new frontier We have got to make it here We satisfy our endless needs And justify our bloody deeds In the name of destiny And in the name of God And you can see them there On Sunday morning Stand up and sing about What it's like up there They call it paradise I don't know why You call someplace paradise Kiss it goodbye
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Donald Hugh Henley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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