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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A. Pagulatos
A. Pagulatos
Violin
Damon Albarn
Damon Albarn
Piano
Demon Strings
Demon Strings
String Quartet
Gareth Humphreys
Gareth Humphreys
Bassoon
Isabelle Dunn
Isabelle Dunn
Cello
Kate St. John
Kate St. John
English Horn
Kotono Sato
Kotono Sato
Violin
Paul Simonon
Paul Simonon
Bass
Simon Tong
Simon Tong
Guitar
Stella Page
Stella Page
Viola
Tony Allen
Tony Allen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damon Albarn
Damon Albarn
Songwriter
Paul Simonon
Paul Simonon
Songwriter
Simon Tong
Simon Tong
Songwriter
Tony Allen
Tony Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Sedgwick
Stephen Sedgwick
Mixing Engineer
The Good, the Bad & the Queen
The Good, the Bad & the Queen
Producer
Tony Visconti
Tony Visconti
Producer

Lyrics

If you're leaving please still say goodbye And if you are leaving can you leave me My silver jubilee mug My old flag My dark woods My sunrise If you're leaving can you please say goodbye And if you are leaving can you leave your number I'll pack my case And get in a cab And wave you goodbye I drive in the early hours down to the sea I stand on the beach where the storms amplify All the voices that I care for And the ghosts I hold sacred In this alignment that lasts for a day There's nothing that I can do anyway, anyway What am I doing here? Waiting for you? Hey So rebuild the railways Firm up all the roads No one is leaving Now this is your home The horses, the foxes, the sheep and the cows Bow down on their knees To the fanfare of progress, it's always the same We cheer on the clowns as they roll into town But their faces look tired and sad to me And carry the terrible things they've seen All lost in a painting of a sky coloured oil In this Merrie Land You are my crows, my window rattlers Perfumed valley criers Oh the dark ponds of Merrie England The deep space echoes Get on your mo... What did you say? Mobility (You can fly) Get on your mobilised hooters... (to the moon) Hooters... Haha Mobilised Hooters... Haha (One day) Get hold of those mobilised hooters They are half price This is not rhetoric It comes from my heart I love this country Daneland, I am your kin You were the ones who work together Put the money in the pockets Of the few and their fortunes Who crowd the school benches And jeer at us all because they don't care about us They are graceless and you shouldn't be with them Because they are all disconnected and raised up in mansions And two hundred plastic bags in a whale's stomach So you turn to the trident Are we green are we pleasant? We are not either of those Father We are a shaking wreck where nothing grows Lost in the sky coloured oils of Merrie Land You can fly to the moon One day
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Simon Tong, Paul Gustave Simonon, Allen Anthony Oladipo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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