Bryan Ferry and Amelia Barratt - Orchestra (Official Video)

Описание: From the album Loose Talk - listen now at https://lnk.to/bf-loosetalk
Also available on CD, and limited edition vinyl https://bio.to/bryanferry

Vocals - Amelia Barratt
Piano and keyboards - Bryan Ferry
Guitar -Tom Vanstiphout
Programming - James Garzke, Maxwell Sterling
Bass - Maxwell Sterling
Drums - Andy Newmark, Paul Thompson

Produced By Bryan Ferry and James Garzke
Mixed By James Garzke
Mastered By John Webber at Air Studios
Recorded At Studio One Olympia
Atmos Mixes by Bob Clearmountain at Mix This

Filmed and directed by Bryan Ferry and James Garzke

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LYRICS

Phrases that walk over me
seem to do so
when I want them to the least
In a crowded auditorium a voice says
Without your tools
you are rendered fabulous
The curtain’s hanging
More compelling than the stage
The conductor is a good one I believe
The musicians are let out in advance to talk
act natural, roam around
The stretching of the legs in ties and tailoring
A holy quality
Chairs
fixed to the floor
The youngest violinist
wears a shirt with a cinched waist
Looks out remorsefully from it
There won’t be a dry eye tonight
says my neighbour
spreading out in opera glasses
Wielding a programme
Impeccably printed
Spit falls upon
it
as she bends the back page
around the spine
A distant ringing followed me home
Mouthpieces
Lit curves of the curtain
The royal blue curtain imitating velvet
The silent drapery
with the capacity to fill us
You
Me
Through my eyelids
bursts of the
performance
seem to bloom
like a bruise in low light
The window’s open
I’ve been wide awake
The heat of the room now gone
My sneakers now washed
hang by their laces