Tripping Lyrics

Robbie Williams


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Robert Peter Williams, Stephen Duffy
album: Track 2 in album Intensive Care
release date: 2005-10-24
popularity : 15 users have visited this page.
genres: Electronic Jazz Rock
styles: Pop Rock/Synth-pop/Trip Hop/Big Band
length: 4:37
producer: Robbie Williams and Stephen Duffy
drums: Matt Chamberlain
conductor: David Campbell
trumpet: Steve Sidwell
mixer: Bob Clearmountain
engineer: Adam Noble, John Paterno, Andy Strange, Stephen Duffy, Pablo Munguia, Tony Phillips and Dan Porter
violin: Armen Garabedian, Charlie Bisharat, John Wittenberg, Sara Pakins, Michelle Richards and Josefina Vergara
background vocals: Claire Worrall
electric bass guitar: Jerry Meehan and Robbie Williams
viola: Denyse Buffum and Roland Kato
percussion: Max Beesley
cello: Suzie Katayama and Larry Corbett
Wurlitzer electric piano: Claire Worrall
saxophone: Dave Bishop
trombone: Neil Sidwell
background vocals & lead vocals: Robbie Williams
strings arranger: David Campbell
assistant mixer: Brandon Duncan
melodica & electric guitar & glockenspiel & keyboard: Stephen Duffy
writer: Robbie Williams, Stephen Duffy

Cover Art

Robbie Williams Intensive Care cover art
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First they ignore you,
Then laugh at you and hate you.
Then they flight you,
Then you win.

When the truth dies,
Very bad things happen.
They're being heartless,
Again.

I know, its gonna, there's gonna be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence
When a hearth is broken there's nothing to break

You've been mixing,
With some very heavy faces.
They boys have done,
A bit of bird.

They don't kill their own,
and they all love their mothers.
But you're out of your depth son,
Have a word.

I know, its gonna, there's gonna be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence
The heart broken there's nothing to break

All is wonderful in this life,
Dreaming of the sun she warms.
You should see me in the afterlife,
Picking up the songs of lures.

When you think we're lost, we're exploring.
What you think is work because I'm adoring.
You don't want the truth, truth is boring.
I've got this fever need to,
Leave the house,
Leave the car,
Leave the bad men where they are,
I'll leave a few shells in my gun,
And stop me starring at the sun.

I know, its gonna, there's be gonna violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence
My heart is broken there's nothing to break.


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Ghosts
  • 2 Tripping
  • 3 Make Me Pure
  • 4 Spread Your Wings
  • 5 Advertising Space
  • 6 Please Don't Die
  • 7 Your Gay Friend
  • 8 Sin Sin Sin
  • 9 Random Acts of Kindness
  • 10 The Trouble With Me
  • 11 A Place to Crash
  • 12 King of Bloke & Bird