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SURE012017 Nick Marcum Behnan, Jason Michael Mossburger, Elizabeth M. Girard, Jesse Matthew Wozniak, David Ryan Bodanyi, Steven Charles Foster, Bill Kunz, Robert Charles BerentAPHRODISIAC - Shotgun Soul
Track name: FRESH TO DEATH A
Trackcode: SURE012017
Composer: Nick Marcum Behnan, Jason Michael Mossburger, Elizabeth M. Girard, Jesse Matthew Wozniak, David Ryan Bodanyi, Steven Charles Foster, Bill Kunz, Robert Charles Berent
アーティスト: Shotgun Soul, Elizabeth M. Girard, Steven Charles Foster
EAN/GTIN: 4020771164202
ISRC: DE-B63-16-42017
Album name: APHRODISIAC - Shotgun Soul
Catalogue number: SURE0120
Label: Surefire - SURE
LC number: 33226
Trackcode: SURE012017
Composer: Nick Marcum Behnan, Jason Michael Mossburger, Elizabeth M. Girard, Jesse Matthew Wozniak, David Ryan Bodanyi, Steven Charles Foster, Bill Kunz, Robert Charles Berent
アーティスト: Shotgun Soul, Elizabeth M. Girard, Steven Charles Foster
EAN/GTIN: 4020771164202
ISRC: DE-B63-16-42017
Album name: APHRODISIAC - Shotgun Soul
Catalogue number: SURE0120
Label: Surefire - SURE
LC number: 33226
SHOTGUN SOUL: Alternative rock with funky groove and edgy vocals. Breakdown at 2:19. 90 bpm (Gmin)
| Artists | Shotgun Soul, Elizabeth M. Girard, Steven Charles Foster |
|---|---|
| Tempo | 普通, 90 bpm |
| Key | Gmin |
| Featured instruments | ヴォーカル/ヴォイス (feat.) |
| Formation | 小編成(2-10) |
| Sound | ナチュラルサウンド |
| Version | メインバージョン |
| Duration | 3:44 |
| Release date | 2016-10-20 |
| ISRC | DEB631642017 |
| Download file name | SURE012017_FRESH_TO_DEATH_A_SONOTON |
| GEMA Workcode | 18544479 |
Arranged by Jason Mossburger, Elizabeth Girard, Jesse Wozniak, David Bodanyi, Steve Foster, Bill Kunz and Rob Berent. Produced by Jesse Wozniak. Recorded at The Lodge Studio, Detroit, MI, USA. Sound engineer: Jesse Wozniak.
Performed by Jesse Wozniak (guitar, percussion, drums & bass), Jason Mossburger (guitar), Rob Berent (bass), David Bodanyi (drums, percussion & keyboards), Elizabeth Girard (vocals) Steve Foster (vocals & percussion), Bill Kunz ( trombone), Alan Diez (trumpet), Timothy Gay (saxophone), Daryl Bean (saxophone) and Mike Porenta (saxophone).
Mastered by Ludwig Maier at GKG Mastering, Freising, Germany.
Artwork: Marc Nader (photo) & Jason Mossburger (cover design)
Performed by Jesse Wozniak (guitar, percussion, drums & bass), Jason Mossburger (guitar), Rob Berent (bass), David Bodanyi (drums, percussion & keyboards), Elizabeth Girard (vocals) Steve Foster (vocals & percussion), Bill Kunz ( trombone), Alan Diez (trumpet), Timothy Gay (saxophone), Daryl Bean (saxophone) and Mike Porenta (saxophone).
Mastered by Ludwig Maier at GKG Mastering, Freising, Germany.
Artwork: Marc Nader (photo) & Jason Mossburger (cover design)
Grab your glasses give a little toast
Because you know that we ain't poor no more
And I can see the sunshine through your toes
Put on a show, then we go down low to smoke
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they're gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
Late at night we go until we fly
Because you know
We ride until we die
I inhale that life up in the sky
We get so high
We lose all track of time
But I always finish what I start
Cause you know,
It all comes from the heart
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they're gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
Puffin' on a Macanudo
Hey baby I'm down
I'll follow you where ever you go
Some come around
I'll take you on a vacat
To San Tropez
We could hide away
Maybe take a roll in the hay
I ain't a playboy baby
I'm a full grown man
Call into your job
Tell them that you're not coming back
Swans in Milan, mon cherie
Ahh Paris
I'm ready to give them my money
Even though I know that they don't love me
Because it's just another
sexcapade
I got them all over Detroit like Better Made
I'd love it you stayed till Sunday
Cause come Monday I'm gonna leave you with sticky tummy
A cuddle with me now!
You're so funny
Fresh to death baby!
Grab your glasses give a little toast
Because you know that we ain't poor no more
And I can see the sunshine through your toes
Put on a show, then we go down low to smoke
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they're gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
Because you know that we ain't poor no more
And I can see the sunshine through your toes
Put on a show, then we go down low to smoke
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they're gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
Late at night we go until we fly
Because you know
We ride until we die
I inhale that life up in the sky
We get so high
We lose all track of time
But I always finish what I start
Cause you know,
It all comes from the heart
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they're gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
Puffin' on a Macanudo
Hey baby I'm down
I'll follow you where ever you go
Some come around
I'll take you on a vacat
To San Tropez
We could hide away
Maybe take a roll in the hay
I ain't a playboy baby
I'm a full grown man
Call into your job
Tell them that you're not coming back
Swans in Milan, mon cherie
Ahh Paris
I'm ready to give them my money
Even though I know that they don't love me
Because it's just another
sexcapade
I got them all over Detroit like Better Made
I'd love it you stayed till Sunday
Cause come Monday I'm gonna leave you with sticky tummy
A cuddle with me now!
You're so funny
Fresh to death baby!
Grab your glasses give a little toast
Because you know that we ain't poor no more
And I can see the sunshine through your toes
Put on a show, then we go down low to smoke
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they're gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
I ain't dumb I know the hoes don't love me
When they around they gonna spend my money
Because, we're fresh to death
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