Upcoming Concerts for Ingrid Michaelson

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Vocals
Elliot Jacobson
Elliot Jacobson
Drums
Chris Kuffner
Chris Kuffner
Bass Guitar
Saul Simon MacWilliams
Saul Simon MacWilliams
Organ
Allie Moss
Allie Moss
Background Vocals
Bess Rogers
Bess Rogers
Background Vocals
Lelia Broussard
Lelia Broussard
Background Vocals
Hannah Winkler
Hannah Winkler
Background Vocals
Felicia J. Hudson
Felicia J. Hudson
Background Vocals
Wendy Parr
Wendy Parr
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Kuffner
Chris Kuffner
Producer
Saul Simon MacWilliams
Saul Simon MacWilliams
Mixing Engineer
Bess Rogers
Bess Rogers
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nadim Issa
Nadim Issa
Recording Engineer
Ken Rich
Ken Rich
Recording Engineer
Jake Lummus
Jake Lummus
Assistant Recording Engineer
Drew Guido
Drew Guido
Recording Engineer
Reid Shippen
Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Come on skinny love just last the year,
Pour a little salt we were never here,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
Tell my love to wreck it all,
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Right in the moment this order's tall.
And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And in the morning I'll be with you,
But it will be a different kind,
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets,
And you'll be owning all the fines.
Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.
And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And now all your love is wasted,
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches,
And at the end of all your lines.
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
Come on skinny love,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my.
Written by: Justin Vernon
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