Top Songs By Tom Francis
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Francis
Lead Vocals
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Performer
Louise Hunt
Keyboards
Huw Evans
Keyboards
Giles Deacon
Keyboards
Hannah Lawrance
Clarinet
Howard McGill
Alto Saxophone
Seb Philpott
Trumpet
James Pillai
French Horn
Lindsay Kempley
French Horn
Emma Bassett
Trombone
Dan Day
Drums
Aam Higgs
Double Bass
Nick Rees
Electric Guitar
Jonathan Lee
Violin
Rebecca Bill
Violin
Elaine Ambridge
Violin
Rachel Robson
Viola
Dave Hornberger
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Don Black
Songwriter
Christopher Hampton
Lyrics
Amy Powers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
Jamie Lloyd
Producer
Lee McCutheon
Producer
Adam Fisher
Producer
Alan Williams
Producer
Simon Gibson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Sure, I came out here to make my name
Wanted my pool, my dose of fame
Wanted my parking space at Warner's
But after a year, a one room hell
A Murphy bed, a rancid smell
Wallpaper peeling at the corners
Sunset Boulevard, twisting boulevard
Secretive and rich, a little scary
Sunset Boulevard, tempting boulevard
Waiting there to swallow the unwary
Dreams are not enough to win a war
Out here they're always keeping score
Beneath the tan the battle rages
Smile a rented smile, fill someone's glass
Kiss someone's wife, kiss someone's ass
We do whatever pays the wages
Sunset Boulevard, headline boulevard
Getting there is only the beginning
Sunset Boulevard, jackpot boulevard
Once you've won you have to go on winning
You think I've sold out?
Dead right I've sold out
I just keep waiting for the right offer
Comfortable quarters, regular rations
24-hour five-star room service
And if I'm honest, I like the lady
I can't help being touched by her folly
I'm treading water, taking the money
Watching her sun set
Well, I'm a writer
LA's changed a lot over the years
Since those brave gold rush pioneers
Came in those creaky covered wagons
Far as they could go end of the line
Their dreams were yours, their dreams were mine
But in those dreams were hidden dragons
Sunset Boulevard, frenzied boulevard
Swamped with every kind of false emotion
Sunset Boulevard, brutal boulevard
Just like you, we'll wind up in the ocean
She was sinking fast, I threw a rope
Now I have suits and she has hope
It seemed an elegant solution
One day this must end, it isn't real
Still I'll enjoy a hearty meal
Before tomorrow's execution
Sunset Boulevard, ruthless boulevard
Destination for the stony-hearted
Sunset Boulevard, lethal boulevard
Everyone's forgotten how they started
Here on Sunset Boulevard
Writer(s): Amy Powers, Christopher James Hampton, Andrew Lloyd-webber, Donald Black
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