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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Anka
Performer
Mike Valerio
Bass
Randy Kerber
Piano
Patrick Williams
Performer
John Clayton
Performer
Mike Lang
Piano
Vinnie Colaiuta
Drums
Luis Conte
Percussion
Larry Koonse
Guitar
Dean Parks
Guitar
Emil Richards
Performer
Charlie Davis
Trumpet
Gary Grant
Trumpet
Larry Hall
Trumpet
Warren Luening
Trumpet
Sal Cracchiolo
Trumpet
Steve Holtman
Trombone
Alex Iles
Trombone
Genes Cipriano
Performer
Dan Higgins
Alto Flute
Greg Huckins
Alto Flute
Bill Liston
Clarinet
Andy Martin
Trumpet
Bill Reichenbach
Trumpet
Bob McChesney
Trumpet
Bryant Byers
Trumpet
Joel Peskin
Baritone Saxophone
Rebecca Bunnell
Violin
Darius Campo
Violin
Mario De Leon
Violin
Bruce Dukov
Violin
Charles Everett
Violin
Armen Garabedian
Violin
Berj Garabedian
Violin
Tiffany Yi Hu
Violin
Patricia Johnson
Violin
Peter Kent
Violin
Miran Kojian
Violin
Jennifer Munday
Violin
Anatoly Rosinsky
Violin
Haim Shtrum
Violin
Mari Tsumura
Violin
Shari Zippert
Violin
Marilyn Baker
Viola
Pam Goldsmith
Viola
Jorge Moraga
Viola
Simon Oswell
Viola
James Ross
Viola
Harry Shirinian
Viola
Larry Corbett
Cello
Ernie Ehrhardt
Cello
Vanessa Freebain-Smith
Cello
Miguel Martinez
Cello
Steve Richards
Cello
Andrew Shulman
Cello
Gayle Levant
Harp
Jim Atkinson
French Horn
Kurt Snyder
French Horn
Brad Warnaar
French Horn
Jon Crosse
Performer
Brad Dechter
Performer
Jules Chaikin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Cornell
Songwriter
Randy Kerber
Arranger
Patrick Williams
Arranger
John Clayton
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Anka
Executive Producer
Alex Christensen
Producer
Al Schmitt
Mixing Engineer
Steffen Häfelinger
Editing Engineer
Steve Genewick
Engineer
Lyrics
[Originally by Soundgarden]
In my eyes, indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
In the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black the skies look dead
Call my name, through the dream
And I'll hear you scream again
Black hole sun, won't you come, won't you come
Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send, hell away
No one sings like you anymore
Black hole sun, won't you come
Wash away the rain
Black hole sun, won't you come, won't you come
Black hole sun, won't you come
Wash away the rain
Black hole sun, won't you come, won't you come
Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear
Black hole sun, won't you come
Wash away the rain
Black hole sun, won't you come
Black hole sun, won't you come
Black hole sun, won't you come
Writer(s): Chris Cornell
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