Waxahatchee - "Tigers Blood"

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  • Опубліковано 12 жов 2024
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    "Tigers Blood" by ‪@Waxahatchee‬ from the album 'Tigers Blood', out now
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    Directors & DPs: Corbett Jones & Nick Simonite
    Editor: David Benson Ellis
    Colorist: Joe Malina
    Executive Producer: Anna Rau
    Produced by Brad Cook
    Written by Katie Crutchfield
    Engineered & mixed by Gerardo “Jerry” Ordonez
    Assistant engineering by Natalia Chernitsky
    Mastered by Emily Lazar
    Katie Crutchfield - lead vocals, acoustic guitar
    MJ Lenderman - electric guitar, harmony vocals, group vocal
    Brad Cook - bass, group vocal
    Phil Cook - electric slide, banjo, group vocal
    Spencer Tweedy - drums, percussion, group vocal
    Lyrics
    you come alive in the heat, you ain’t crossing state lines
    stood up like a crepe myrtle, can’t be killed or denied
    throw a brick through the window, leave your mess at my door
    lord knows sooner or later it’d wash up to shore
    lord knows sooner or later it’d wash up to shore
    you’re laughing & smiling, drove my jeep through the mud
    your teeth and your tongue bright red from tigers blood
    we were young for so long, seersuckers of time
    drank someone else’s juice & left only the rind
    drank someone else’s juice & left only the rind
    i held it like a penny i found
    it might bring me something it might weigh me down
    you got every excuse but it’s an eerie sound
    when that siren blows, rings out all over town
    named after a city y’aint never seen
    spellbinding copperheads banging a tambourine
    it’s the kiss of death, but it’s the only way out
    galloped up to the mirror, looked her right in the mouth
    galloped up to the mirror, looked her right in the mouth
    i’d’a skated the surface, i’d’a left you alone
    by now truer words spoken like blood from a stone
    & it fills me with dread but i’ve learnt to ignore
    the smell of dust that creeps up through the cracks in the floor
    the smell of dust it creeps up through the cracks in the floor
    i held it like a penny i found
    it might bring me something, it might weigh me down
    you got every excuse but it’s an eerie sound
    when that siren blows, rings out all over town
    when that siren blows, rings out all over town
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