Top Songs By They Might Be Giants
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
They Might Be Giants
Performer
Wilbur Pauley
Bass
Frank London
Trumpet
John Flansburgh
Vocals
John Linnell
Vocals
Graham Maby
Bass
Hugo Munday
Bass
Peter Becker
Bass
Tony Maimone
Bass
Brian Doherty
Drums
Jay Sherman-Godfrey
Guitar
Robert Quine
Guitar
Kurt Hoffman
Horn
Kevin Osborne
Trombone
Steven Bernstein
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Flansburgh
Songwriter
John S. Linnell
Songwriter
Wilbur Pauley
Arranger
Frank London
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Laidlaw
Engineer
Danny Alonso
Engineer
Ed Thacker
Mixing Engineer
Hiro Ishihara
Engineer
Rich Lamb
Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Paul Fox
Producer
Lyrics
In my prison cell I think these words
I was careless
I can see that now
I must be silent
Must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
you my mirror
you my iron bars
When I made a shadow on my window shade
They called the police and testified
But they're like the people chained up in the cave
In the allegory of the people in the cave by the Greek guy
No one understands
No one knows my plan
Why the dancing, shouting
Why the shrieks of pain
The lovely music
Why the smell of burning autumn leaves
No one understands
No one knows my plan
Why the dancing, shouting
Why the shrieks of pain
The lovely music
Why the smell of burning autumn leaves
In my prison cell I bide my time
Always thinking
Always busy cooking up an angle
Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle
Sketching out the burning autumn leaves
No one understands
No one knows my plan
I must be silent, must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
you my mirror
you my iron bars
No one understands
No one knows my plan
Writer(s): John Flansburgh, John Linnell
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