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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Herbie Hancock
Herbie Hancock
Piano
Luciana Souza
Luciana Souza
Vocals
Larry Klein
Larry Klein
Performer
Wayne Shorter
Wayne Shorter
Saxophone
Dave Holland
Dave Holland
Upright Bass
Vinnie Colaiuta
Vinnie Colaiuta
Drums
Lionel Loueke
Lionel Loueke
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joni Mitchell
Joni Mitchell
Songwriter
Herbie Hancock
Herbie Hancock
Arranger
Larry Klein
Larry Klein
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Herbie Hancock
Herbie Hancock
Producer
Larry Klein
Larry Klein
Producer
Helik Hadar
Helik Hadar
Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Brian Montgomery
Brian Montgomery
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Gerrish
Justin Gerrish
Assistant Recording Engineer
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
It was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
People will tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Other's just come to harm
Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I wish that he was here tonight
It's so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road leads cursed and charmed
I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm
A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Maybe I've never really loved
I guess that is the truth
I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms
Written by: Joni Mitchell
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