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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guillemots
Performer
Fyfe Hutchins
Keyboards
Aristazabal Hawkes
Double Bass
Greig Stewart
Guitar
Ricardo Pimentel
Percussion
Christopher Cundy
Soprano Saxophone
Alex J. Ward
Alto Saxophone
John Martin
Tenor Saxophone
Gavin Broom
Trumpet
Ed Millett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fyfe Hutchins
Composer
Fyfe Dangerfield
Composer
Aristazabal Hawkes
Arranger
Greig Stewart
Arranger
Ricardo Pimentel
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fyfe Hutchins
Producer
Matt Clousard
Engineer
Marston Bailey
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Doug Shearer
Mastering Engineer
Aristazabal Hawkes
Mixing Engineer
Greig Stewart
Mixing Engineer
Ricardo Pimentel
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Aaahhh
Aahh, you feel low
It's one o'clock on a Friday morning
I'm trying to keep my back from the wall
The prophets and their bombs have had another success
And I'm wondering why we bother at all
And I think of you on cold winter mornings, darling
They remind me of when we were in school
Nothing really mattered when you called at my name
In fact nothing really mattered at all
And I'm thinking about how long it will take them to blow us away
But I won't get me down
I'm just thankful to be facing a day
'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone
It's five o'clock on a Friday morning
One hundred telephones shake and ring
One of them's from someone who knew you
Well I'll still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling
They'll still remind me of when we were at school
When they could never have persuaded me that live like yours
Were in the hands of these erroneous fools
And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
Well let them take you next
Can't you live and be thankful you're here
See it could be you tomorrow next year
Writer(s): Fyfe Dangerfield Hutchins
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