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The Strokes - Why Are Sundays So Depressing (Official Audio)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Julian Casablancas
Julian Casablancas
Stimme und Gesang
Nikolai Fraiture
Nikolai Fraiture
Bassgitarre
Albert Hammond Jr
Albert Hammond Jr
Gitarre
Fabrizio Moretti
Fabrizio Moretti
Schlagzeug
Nick Valensi
Nick Valensi
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Julian Casablancas
Julian Casablancas
Songwriter:in
Nikolai Fraiture
Nikolai Fraiture
Komponist:in
Albert Hammond Jr
Albert Hammond Jr
Komponist:in
Fabrizio Moretti
Fabrizio Moretti
Komponist:in
Nick Valensi
Nick Valensi
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Mischtechniker:in
Pete Min
Pete Min
Ingenieur:in
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Ingenieurassistent:in
Dylan Neustadter
Dylan Neustadter
Ingenieurassistent:in
Kevin Smith
Kevin Smith
Ingenieurassistent:in
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Stewart Whitmore
Stewart Whitmore
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Produzent:in

Songtexte

I sing a song, I paint a picture My baby's gone, but I don't miss her Like a swan, I don't miss swimming All my friends left, and they don't miss me Can't take it, babe Your body talks to me Like in a movie, babe I let it resonate, yeah I want your time (time, time) Don't ask me questions (questions, questions) That you don't want (want, want) The answers to (to, to) I love you in the morning, so you know it's no lie You're hidin' in the background but you wanna be found You've got me on my back and now I've gotta think fast You're hidin' in the background but you wanna be found I take it easy, babe, I I get down, it's automatic, uh I've come to believin' that That too much time is evil I transition in I'm making your body wait Like on an aeroplane Please, baby, take me away, yeah I want your time (time, time) Don't ask me questions (questions, questions) That you don't want (want, want) The answers to (to, to) I know I know I know I know I kinda miss the nine to five, yeah Do not think that you can hide I scramble, fight just like a child Hey, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah I'm stayin' hungry, I'm stayin' hungry I'm stayin' hungry, I'm stayin' hungry Not gettin' angry, I'm stayin' hungry Not gettin' angry, still stayin' hungry Yeah (Hold on, hold on, hold) (The click was always in you Fab) (It was never on) (It was never on)
Writer(s): Julian Casablancas, Nick Valensi, Nikolai Fraiture, Fabrizio Moretti, Albert Hammond Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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