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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Shultz
Vocals
Brad Shultz
Guitar
Matthan Minster
Keyboards
Jared Champion
Drums
Daniel Tichenor
Bass Guitar
Nick Bockrath
Guitar
Kyle Davis
Percussion
John Hill
Programming
Gina Corso
Violin
Lisa Dodlinger
Violin
Mario Deleon
Violin
Sara Parkins
Violin
Kerenza Peacock
Violin
Charlie Bisharat
Violin
Leah Katz
Viola
Andrew Duckles
Viola
Jacob Braun
Cello
Ginger Murphy
Cello
Dave Stone
Double Bass
The W. Crimm Singers
Background Vocals
Katie Schecter
Background Vocals
David Campbell
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Shultz
Songwriter
Brad Shultz
Songwriter
Matthan Minster
Songwriter
Jared Champion
Songwriter
Daniel Tichenor
Songwriter
Nick Bockrath
Songwriter
John Hill
Songwriter
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Hill
Producer
Rob Cohen
Engineer
Jeremy Ferguson
Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Soft glow on the city
She said, "There's no one here who can touch you now"
Caught the last flight out of LAX
With your one-way ticket, New York-bound
Climb so high, don't make a sound
Don't you forget what goes up must come down
Climb so high, tell me how it feels
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
On the phone you sound shifty
You say that you're at home, alone right now
But in the background there's a muffled laugh
As you spin that wool and pull it down
Climb so high, don't hear a sound
Don't you forget what goes around, comes around
Climb so high, tell me how to feel
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
Says it should be gone, at least it was this time
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Writer(s): Matthan Megrew Minster, Nicholas Bockrath, Jared Champion, Bradley Shultz, Matthew Shultz, Daniel Tichenor
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