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Roses
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Roses was released on January 1, 1984 by UMC (Universal Music Catalogue) as a part of the album The Riddle
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1984
LabelUMC (Universal Music Catalogue)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM150

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim Moore
Tim Moore
Keyboards
Andy Richards
Andy Richards
Keyboards
Paul Wickens
Paul Wickens
Synthesizer
Dennis Smith
Dennis Smith
Bass Guitar
Charlie Morgan
Charlie Morgan
Drums
Pandit Dinesh
Pandit Dinesh
Percussion
Stuart Curtis
Stuart Curtis
Horn
Dave Land
Dave Land
Horn
Sheri Kershaw
Sheri Kershaw
Background Vocals
Don Snow
Don Snow
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nik Kershaw
Nik Kershaw
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Collins
Peter Collins
Producer
Dave Meegan
Dave Meegan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Julian Mendelsohn
Julian Mendelsohn
Engineer

Lyrics

Make it plastic, make it pay
Use it up and throw away
Make another just the same, more or less
Burn our time, down to size
Send it up into the skies
Hide the evidence with lies, what a mess!
But we've just come from a meeting
And we're sure you'd like to know
There'll be deep blue skies and clear blue waters
Everywhere you go
And everything is coming up (roses)
Or so they tell you
They're coming up, smelling of (roses)
Or so they say
Oh, everything's coming up (roses)
Or so they tell you
They're coming up, smelling of (roses)
Or so they say
In the name of energy
We give our problems to the sea
But they'll be back for you and me
In our haste, we forget
Leaving our mistakes behind
Out of sight is out of mind
Our disposable mankind
What a waste!
But we've talked to the experts
And they know a thing or two
They say it's all hunky dory
There's nothing for you to do
And everything is coming up (roses)
Or so they tell you
They're coming up, smelling of (roses)
Or so they say
Yes, everything is coming up (roses)
Or so they tell you
Coming up, smelling of (roses)
Or so they say
But it's an awful price we pay
Leaving everything they say
Here tomorrow, gone today-ay-ay
So take me home to the red, red skies and the
Brown, brown grass and the black, black seas
And the broken glass and the dead, dead trees
But everything's coming up roses
Or that's what they tell you
'Cause everything's coming up-
(Roses)
Or so they tell you
Coming up, smelling of (roses)
Or so they say
And everything's coming up (roses)
Or so they tell you
Coming up, smelling of (roses)
Or so they say
Written by: Nik Kershaw
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