Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stewart Cole
Trumpet
Jeremy Stacey
Drums
Landi Oshinowo
Background Vocals
Petr Pycha
Orchestra Conductor
Charlie Jones
Bass
Paul Cuddeford
Guitar
Marti Pellow
Vocals
Melvin Duffy
Pedal Steel Guitar
David Binney
Tenor Saxophone
Paul Stacey
Guitar
David Campbell
Strings
James Hallawell
Keyboards
Sam Robles
Baritone Saxophone
Adam Klemens
Conductor
Grant Mitchell
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marti Pellow
Composer
James Hallawell
Composer
Chris Sheehan
Songwriter
David Campbell
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Ludwig
Recording Engineer
Jan Holzner
Recording Engineer
Andrew Scheps
Recording Engineer
Wes Maebe
Recording Engineer
Travis Warner
Recording Engineer
James Hallawell
Recording Engineer
Phill Brown
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Three streets in London closed and now we have the weather
Young starlight steps on waterfall, yeah
Princess in swimsuit shock, and alien politicans
Don't be turning it up, turning it on, turning it off
Now babe, you've got to listen
Jet black horse, you don't know what he's thinking
Ancient art volcano (black horse, black horse)
Ice white fish, you'll never catch it swimming
Rainbow, wave, tornado (black horse, black horse)
Keep changing channels baby, keep on turning over
We're gonna find the truth, it's out there, will it let us in?
Keep changing, changing, baby keep on turning over
'Cause we can't stay still, we can't stay still
We can't stay still no more
Jet black horse, you don't know what he's thinking
Ancient art volcano (black horse, black horse)
Ice white fish, you'll never catch it swimming
Rainbow, wave, tornado (black horse, black horse)
You've got to listen
Every time I turn on the TV
It keeps telling me lies, telling me lies
Every time I turn on the TV
It keeps telling me lies, telling me lies
Keep changing channels baby, keep on turning over
Can't find no meaning anymore
Keep changing livin' about, livin' about, livin' about turnin' it over
'Cause there's nothing that's on, nothing that's real
Nothing really ever speaks to me no more
Jet black horse, you don't know what he's thinking
Ancient art volcano (black horse, black horse)
Ice white fish, you'll never catch it swimming
Rainbow, wave, tornado (black horse, black horse)
Every time I turn on the TV
It keeps telling me lies, telling me lies
Every time I turn on the TV
It keeps telling me lies, telling me lies
Why?
Jet black horse
You don't know what he's thinking
Don't know what he's thinking
Don't know what he's thinking, yeah
Jet black horse
Writer(s): James Justin Hallawell, Mark Mclachlan, Chris Sheehan
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