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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eva Noblezada
Vocals
Samantha Pauly
Vocals
John Zdrojeski
Vocals
Noah J. Ricketts
Vocals
Daniel Edmonds
Conductor
Nicholas Cheng
Keyboards
Trevor Neumann
Trumpet
JAMI DAUBER
Trumpet
Jennifer Wharton
Trombone
Antoine Silverman
First Violin
Melissa Tong
Violin
Entcho Todorov
Violin
Emily Bruskin Yarbrough
Violin
Paul Woodiel
Violin
Cenovia Cummins
Violin
Adda Kridler
Violin
Jonathan Dinklage
Violin
Lisa Matricardi
Violin
Mairi Dorman-Phaneuf
Cello
Jessica Wang
Cello
Natalie Tenenbaum
Keyboards
Bernd Schoenhart
Guitar
Saadi Zain
Bass
Chris Jago
Drums
Yuri Yamashita
Percussion
Mark Phaneuf
Reeds
Rick Heckman
Reeds
Erin Paul Ozolins
French Horn
Lady Jess
Violin
Tom "Lucky" Murray
Reeds
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Howland
Composer
Nathan Tysen
Lyrics
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Based on the Work of
Kait Kerrigan
Book
Kim Scharnberg
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Howland
Producer
Nathan Tysen
Associate Producer
Billy Jay Stein
Producer
Chunsoo Chin
Producer
Mark Shacket
Producer
Kait Kerrigan
Associate Producer
Ian Kagey
Recording Engineer
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Neal Shaw
Recording Engineer
Matthew Soares
Assistant Engineer
Beth Scott
Assistant Engineer
Omisha Chaitanya
Assistant Engineer
Dave McNair
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You remind me of a rose
An absolute rose
Or better yet, a bud
Preparing to bloom
This summer, you will soak up the city
The sunlight, the sea
Who knows what this new adventure will be?
When you open
Open
Open up, anew
You'll be an absolute rose
Once I cultivate you
Jordan!
Meet my cousin, Nick Carraway
Jordan is an amateur golfer
And a confirmed bachelor
You know what's grand about a rose?
Who are you calling a rose?
Is sometimes they look best
When they are arranged
Here we go
You should see the trophies that hang on her walls
So you know, I've always had a thing for swinging
At little white balls
I should fling you
Together
Find a boat
Push you right out to sea
Or maybe lock you in a room
And see what happens to bloom
Fun, though this is
I'm going out tonight
Ugh, women run around too much these days to suit me
Nick doesn't want a wife who traipses from golf tournaments to parties
Better than a husband who travels with a pack of polo ponies!
A man needs a wife who's more of a delicate flower
If I'm a rose
I'm a rose under glass
Frozen at its pinnacle
More cynical by the day
I've been everywhere
Seen everything
Done everything
God, I've made it
I'm so sophisticated
But look at you!
You are back from the war
Brave and victorious
Victorious!
With glorious days ahead
Glorious days ahead
You're writing books!
I'm selling bonds
You're selling bonds
Daisy, I hate it
No, you've made it!
I swear, this all was fated
Dance with me, Nick!
You altogether missed dancing with me at my wedding
Why weren't you at our wedding?
I wasn't back from the war
Ugh, everyone's favourite excuse
When you open
Open
Open up, you'll see
You'll be an absolute rose
Like I used to be
Writer(s): Jason Howland
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