Track name: THERE IS NO THERE THERE A
Trackcode: SCD062923
Composer: Raun Burnham
Artistas: Raun Burnham, Jerry Burnham, Bill Zorn, David Gage, David Stone, Grant Geissman
EAN/GTIN: 4020771050291
ISRC: DE-B63-05-02923
Album name: AMERICAN FOLK REVIVAL
Catalogue number: SCD0629
Label: Sonoton - SCD
LC number: 07573
Trackcode: SCD062923
Composer: Raun Burnham
Artistas: Raun Burnham, Jerry Burnham, Bill Zorn, David Gage, David Stone, Grant Geissman
EAN/GTIN: 4020771050291
ISRC: DE-B63-05-02923
Album name: AMERICAN FOLK REVIVAL
Catalogue number: SCD0629
Label: Sonoton - SCD
LC number: 07573
Amusing College Drinking Song, vocal trio - 146 bpm (Dmaj)
| Artists | Raun Burnham, Jerry Burnham, Bill Zorn, David Gage, David Stone, Grant Geissman |
|---|---|
| Tempo | medio, 146 bpm |
| Key | Dmaj |
| Featured instruments | Vocal (feat.) |
| Formation | pequeño (2-10) |
| Sound | natural |
| Version | Versión principal |
| Duration | 2:22 |
| Release date | 2004-11-30 |
| ISRC | DEB630502923 |
| ISWC | T-902899670-5 |
| Download file name | SCD062923_THERE_IS_NO_THERE_THERE_A_SONOTON |
| GEMA Workcode | 8623556 |
Special thanks to the performers:
Bill Zorn, vocals (1,5,11,14,23,26,29,32).
Raun Burnham, vocals (1,5,14,20,29,32).
Jerry Burnham, vocals (1,5,11,14,23,29,32).
Grant Geissman, guitar & banjo (1,5,6,11,14,17,20,23,26,29,32).
David Gage, harmonica (1,5,14,17,29).
Bernard Peyton, vocal (6).
Walfredo Reyes, percussion (11-13,29-31,32-34).
Glen Garrett, flute (12,15,27,30).
David Stone, bass (1-3,5-10,11-16,23-34).
Rick Ruskin, guitar (4).
Produced by Jerry Burnham. Executive producer: Elisabeth Oei. Recorded at Wayne Cook Studio, Glendale, CA. Sound engineer: Wayne Cook.
Mastered by W. Meyscheider at digital music & media, Traunwalchen.
Artwork: David & Holly Lovere
Bill Zorn, vocals (1,5,11,14,23,26,29,32).
Raun Burnham, vocals (1,5,14,20,29,32).
Jerry Burnham, vocals (1,5,11,14,23,29,32).
Grant Geissman, guitar & banjo (1,5,6,11,14,17,20,23,26,29,32).
David Gage, harmonica (1,5,14,17,29).
Bernard Peyton, vocal (6).
Walfredo Reyes, percussion (11-13,29-31,32-34).
Glen Garrett, flute (12,15,27,30).
David Stone, bass (1-3,5-10,11-16,23-34).
Rick Ruskin, guitar (4).
Produced by Jerry Burnham. Executive producer: Elisabeth Oei. Recorded at Wayne Cook Studio, Glendale, CA. Sound engineer: Wayne Cook.
Mastered by W. Meyscheider at digital music & media, Traunwalchen.
Artwork: David & Holly Lovere
I went out on a Friday night
For lots of whiskey and barroom fights
I got back home with a monster buzz
And fell asleep like a baby does
And when I woke I must confess
It was to the strangest emptiness
My house was gone and the world was gray
And a voice inside me seemed to say
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
I was lost in space, my feet weren't on
No sense of place and my knees were gone
There was nothing to feel and nothing to see
It was the worst hangover in history
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
This is my song and I've sung it now
When you tie one on tie down somehow
Better yet refrain from the grape and grain
And you won't hear that voice again, sayin'
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
There is no there there
There is no there there
For lots of whiskey and barroom fights
I got back home with a monster buzz
And fell asleep like a baby does
And when I woke I must confess
It was to the strangest emptiness
My house was gone and the world was gray
And a voice inside me seemed to say
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
I was lost in space, my feet weren't on
No sense of place and my knees were gone
There was nothing to feel and nothing to see
It was the worst hangover in history
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
This is my song and I've sung it now
When you tie one on tie down somehow
Better yet refrain from the grape and grain
And you won't hear that voice again, sayin'
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
There is no there there
There is no there anywhere
I looked and buddy I could swear
There is no there there
There is no there there
There is no there there
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