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OPTREDENDE ARTIESTEN
Phoebe Bridgers
Phoebe Bridgers
Zang
Julien Baker
Julien Baker
Zang
Lucy Dacus
Lucy Dacus
Zang
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Synthesizer
Christian Lee Hutson
Christian Lee Hutson
Zang
Jenny Lee Lindberg
Jenny Lee Lindberg
Bas
Conor Oberst
Conor Oberst
Zang
Emily Retsas
Emily Retsas
Bas
Tomberlin
Tomberlin
Zang
Marshall Vore
Marshall Vore
Drums
Nick White
Nick White
Piano
Jeroen Vrijhoef
Jeroen Vrijhoef
Zang
Nick Zinner
Nick Zinner
Elektrische gitaar
Nathaniel Walcott
Nathaniel Walcott
Hoorn
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Strijkinstrumenten
Kane Ritchotte
Kane Ritchotte
Zang
Lukas Frank
Lukas Frank
Zang
Malcolm McRae
Malcolm McRae
Zang
COMPOSITIE EN SONGTEKST
Phoebe Bridgers
Phoebe Bridgers
Songwriter
Christian Lee Hutson
Christian Lee Hutson
Songwriter
Conor Oberst
Conor Oberst
Songwriter
Marshall Vore
Marshall Vore
Songwriter
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Snaararrangeur
Nathaniel Walcott
Nathaniel Walcott
Hoorn‑arrangeur
PRODUCTIE EN TECHNIEK
Phoebe Bridgers
Phoebe Bridgers
Producent
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Producent
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering engineer
Tony Berg
Tony Berg
Producent
Joseph Lorge
Joseph Lorge
Opname-ingenieur
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Mixtechnicus
Will Maclellan
Will Maclellan
Opname-ingenieur

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Somewhere in Germany, but I can't place it
Man, I hate this part of Texas
Close my eyes, fantasize
Three clicks and I'm home
When I get back, I'll lay around
Then I'll get up and lay back down
Romanticize a quiet life
There's no place like my room
[Chorus]
But you had to go, I know, I know, I know
Like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore
Not even the burnouts are out here anymore
And you had to go, I know, I know, I know
[Verse 2]
Out in the park, we watch the sunset
Talkin' on a rusty swing set
After a while, you went quiet
And I got mean
I'm always pushin' you away from me
But you come back with gravity
And when I call, you come home
A bird in your teeth
[Chorus]
So, I gotta go, I know, I know, I know
When the sirens sound, you'll hide under the floor
But I'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado
I'm gonna chase it, I know, I know, I know
I gotta go now, I know, I know, I know
[Verse 3]
Drivin' out into the sun
Let the ultraviolet cover me up
Went looking for a creation myth
Ended up with a pair of cracked lips
Windows down, scream along
To some America First rap-country song
A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall
Slot machines, fear of God
Windows down, heater on
Big bolt of lightning hanging low
Over the coast, everyone's convinced
It's a government drone or an alien spaceship
Either way, we're not alone
I'll find a new place to be from
A haunted house with a picket fence
To float around and ghost my friends
No, I'm not afraid to disappear
The billboard said, "The End Is Near"
I turned around, there was nothing there
Yeah, I guess the end is here
[Outro]
The end is here
The end is here
The end is here
The end is
Written by: Phoebe L. Bridgers, Christian Lee Hutson, Conor M. Oberst, Marshall Kenneth Vore
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