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Phoebe Bridgers - Smoke Signals (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phoebe Bridgers
Phoebe Bridgers
Vocals
Daniel Rhine
Daniel Rhine
Upright Bass
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Keyboards
Harrison Whitford
Harrison Whitford
Guitar
Tony Berg
Tony Berg
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phoebe Bridgers
Phoebe Bridgers
Songwriter
Marshall Vore
Marshall Vore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Berg
Tony Berg
Producer
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I went with you up to the place you grew up and
We spent a week in the cold
Just long enough to Walden it with you
Any longer, it would've got old
[Verse 2]
Singing "Ace of Spades" when Lemmy died
But nothing's changed, L.A's all right
I'm sleeping in my bed again and getting in my head
And then walk around the reservoir
[Verse 3]
You, you must've been looking for me
Sending smoke signals
Pelicans circling
Burning trash out on the beach
[Verse 4]
One of your eyes is always half shut
Something happened when you were a kid
I didn't know you then and I'll never understand
Why it feels like I did
[Verse 5]
"How Soon Is Now" in an 80s sedan
You slept inside of it because your dad
Lived in a campground in the back of a van
You said, "That song will creep you out until you're dead"
[Verse 6]
And you must've been looking for me
Sending smoke signals
Pelicans circling
Burning trash out on the beach
[Verse 7]
I want to live at the Holiday Inn
Where somebody else makes the bed
We'll watch TV while the lights on the street
Put all the stars to death
It's been on my mind since Bowie died
Just checking out to hide from life
[Verse 8]
And all of our problems
I'm gonna solve 'em
With you riding shotgun
Speeding, 'cause fuck the cops
[Verse 9]
And you, you must have been looking for me
Sending smoke signals
Pelicans circling
Burning trash out on the beach
[Verse 10]
I buried a hatchet
It's coming up lavender
The future's unwritten
The past is a corridor
I'm at the exit
Looking back through the hall
You are anonymous
I am a concrete wall
Written by: Marshall Vore, Phoebe Bridgers
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