Journée internationale des droits des femmes 2022
Lecture automatique
Going Up The Coast
Clay and Friends
1st single off ''La Musica Popular De Verdun'' available everywhere :
http://hyperurl.co/lamusicapopular
Watch all the videos of @Clay And Friends: https://www.youtube.com/c/ClayAndFriends
Follow Clay and Friends on :
Facebook : https://bit.ly/2BYPXpB
Instagram : https://bit.ly/2wH2s7X
Twitter : https://bit.ly/2E1csgd
Spotify : https://spoti.fi/2sKVlqo
Bandcamp : https://clayandfriends.bandcamp.com/
Website : http://www.clayandfriends.ca/
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CRÉDITS VIDÉO
Réalisation : Xavier MC
Direction artistique : Yann Jobin
Merci à tous les @vandales qui ont donnés du temps et grand merci à Julien Roussin et Go-Van, Alexis Trudeau, Tiki Van Motel, Sam Rick, Brit, Claire Ridgely et la FEUS pour leur précieuse aide.
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CRÉDITS // GOING UP THE COAST
Writer : Mike Clay (Voice/Producer)
Producers :
Pops : Clément Langlois-Légaré (Guitar/Producer)
Poolboy : Adel Kazi (Beatbox/Producer)
Killah B : Pascal Boisseau (Bass)
Alvaro : Émile Désilets (Keyboard)
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LYRICS // GOING UP THE COAST
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on the road
Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’
Drivin’ in a van that was older than
I and I, plus 5, heading’ kanye west
I fell off the edge of Argentina
Better than drowning in gin
Ain’t got no saint to blame instead
Of my reflection, so I dreamt
I packed it all like Anderson
To end up where it all began
Used to want to live in Brooklyn
With a view from my apartment
No more homies on the block like
On the corner like a stop light
I’m a ghost they never notice
Never showed up for the showbiz
Took it back to the beginning ( ye, ye, ye)
When I knew why I was singing
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on the road
Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’
Brown sugah, she called me,
The last time we spoke
This hard rive, gone save me
She answered, I know
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on the road
Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’
http://hyperurl.co/lamusicapopular
Watch all the videos of @Clay And Friends: https://www.youtube.com/c/ClayAndFriends
Follow Clay and Friends on :
Facebook : https://bit.ly/2BYPXpB
Instagram : https://bit.ly/2wH2s7X
Twitter : https://bit.ly/2E1csgd
Spotify : https://spoti.fi/2sKVlqo
Bandcamp : https://clayandfriends.bandcamp.com/
Website : http://www.clayandfriends.ca/
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CRÉDITS VIDÉO
Réalisation : Xavier MC
Direction artistique : Yann Jobin
Merci à tous les @vandales qui ont donnés du temps et grand merci à Julien Roussin et Go-Van, Alexis Trudeau, Tiki Van Motel, Sam Rick, Brit, Claire Ridgely et la FEUS pour leur précieuse aide.
----------
CRÉDITS // GOING UP THE COAST
Writer : Mike Clay (Voice/Producer)
Producers :
Pops : Clément Langlois-Légaré (Guitar/Producer)
Poolboy : Adel Kazi (Beatbox/Producer)
Killah B : Pascal Boisseau (Bass)
Alvaro : Émile Désilets (Keyboard)
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LYRICS // GOING UP THE COAST
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on the road
Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’
Drivin’ in a van that was older than
I and I, plus 5, heading’ kanye west
I fell off the edge of Argentina
Better than drowning in gin
Ain’t got no saint to blame instead
Of my reflection, so I dreamt
I packed it all like Anderson
To end up where it all began
Used to want to live in Brooklyn
With a view from my apartment
No more homies on the block like
On the corner like a stop light
I’m a ghost they never notice
Never showed up for the showbiz
Took it back to the beginning ( ye, ye, ye)
When I knew why I was singing
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on the road
Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’
Brown sugah, she called me,
The last time we spoke
This hard rive, gone save me
She answered, I know
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on the road
Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’
