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| Lyric Credits: |
Sam Cooper, Essra Mohawk |
| Music Credits: |
Sam Cooper, Essra Mohawk |
| Producer Credits: |
Sam Cooper, Essra Mohawk |
| Publisher Credits: |
Jerricat Music, Essra Mohawk |
| Performance Credits: |
Essra Mohawk (vocals), Sam Cooper (instruments) |
| Label Credits: |
Red Heart Records |
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Short Song Description:
A classic rock style song with a driving style not unlike early Foreigner, only with a dynamic female singer.
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Story Behind the Song:
Essra and I were looking for a gentler way to describe people who were constantly fighting to win battles that were just losing situations...basically pissing into the wind.
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| Song Length |
3:21 |
| Primary Genre |
Pop-Rock |
| Tempo / Feel |
Rock-Classic |
| Tempo / Feel |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Lies |
| Subject Matter 2 |
Will |
| Mood 1 |
Restless |
| Mood 2 |
Anxious |
| Similar Artist 1 |
Foreigner |
| Similar Artist 2 |
Heart |
| Language |
English |
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SPITTIN' IN THE WIND
By Essra Mohawk and Sam Cooper ©2012
615-469-4067 jericat@yahoo.com
WHY ARE YOU TRYIN TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT
YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY WITH THE THINGS YOU GOT
SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE A WHOLE LOT LESS
BUT NOTHIN' OUTSIDE OF YOU BRINGS HAPPINESS
Chorus:
LET ME BRING YOU
TO YOUR SENSES
OH YOU CAN'T FOOL ME, OH BABY I'M YOUR FRIEND
I CAN SEE THROUGH
YOUR DEFENSES
THEY'RE AN AWFUL LOT LIKE SPITTIN IN THE WIND
WHY CUT YOUR NOSE OFF TO SPITE YOUR FACE
JUST GIVE IT TIME, YOU GOT TO GIVE IT SOME SPACE
TAKE A LOOK AROUND BEFORE YOU COMPLAIN
YOU'VE GOT TO GIVE UP SOME SUNSHINE
WHEN THE FLOWERS NEED RAIN
Chorus: (same as last)
(bridge):
SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE, TAKE A BROADER VIEW
WE ALL NEED UNDERSTANDING TO HELP US THROUGH
TAKE THE TIME TO KNOW ME
LET ME GET TO KNOW THE REAL YOU, THE REAL YOU
YOU CAN BE HAPPY IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
GIVE THANKS FOR EVERYTHING THAT KEEPS YOU ALIVE
APPRECIATION IS THE KEY TO IT ALL
COMMUNICATION - BABY, MAKE THAT CALL
Chorus:
LET ME BRING YOU
TO YOUR SENSES
NO YOU CAN'T FOOL ME, OH BABY, I'M YOUR FRIEND
I CAN SEE THROUGH
YOUR DEFENSES
THEY'RE AN AWFUL LOT LIKE SPITTIN IN THE WIND
LET ME BRING YOU
TO YOUR SENSES
NO YOU CAN'T FOOL ME, I SEE UNDER YOUR SKIN
BABY TAKE DOWN
YOUR DEFENSES
THEY'RE AN AWFUL LOT LIKE SPITTIN IN THE WIND
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