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Flower Grown Wild | ||||||||||||
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| Recording Artist: | Bryan Adams | ||||||||||||
| Writers: | Jim Vallance Bryan Adams Gretchen Peters |
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| Albums: | 11 (Universal/Polygram, 2008) | ||||||||||||
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Bryan Adams: acoustic guitar, vocal Colin Cripps: electric guitar Gary Breit: Hammond organ, piano Eliot Kennedy: bass Jim Vallance: drums, tambourine |
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Produced by Bryan Adams. Recorded by Ben Dobie. Drums recorded by Rick Colhoun at Cabana Studios, Vancouver. Mixed by Bob Clearmountain at Mix This, Los Angeles. |
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When Bryan eventually sent me the finished recording I liked everything about it, except the drums. The drum performance was fine, it was the sound I didn't like ... the tuning of the kit. I'd envisioned more of a loose "Traveling Wilburys" vibe, which wasn't present on the track. Bryan responded to my comment by saying, "Why don't you try playing the drums yourself?". At that point I wished I'd kept my mouth shut! But then I thought, why not? If I fail to "deliver", Bryan can always use the original drum performance. So I rang up my friend, engineer Rick Colhoun. He brought some gear around to my studio, and he recorded me bashing on the skins for a few hours. Bryan liked the results, and that's how I ended up playing drums on "Flower Grown Wild". |
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Here's Bryan, from a German radio interview, February 20, 2008: "Flower Grown Wild is a song which was musically started by Jim Vallance, and then I took a lyric that I wrote with Gretchen Peters and married the two completely separate ideas into one. I think about this song in terms of the lost girls that seem to be all over the news. And there seems to be an endless craving from the media, who I think have lost their conscience, and they’ve lost their sense of decency". In another February 2008 interview Bryan said, "To me, it's sort of an ode to the fallen star and a little bit of a nod to the way we devour our celebrities and then spit them out. It was that idea of one woman's journey to stardom, and then the way she can't deal with it." |
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| Lyrics: | She was the girl in the very front row Always waitin' after the show She was the queen of the Hollywood hills Knew the stars, the bars, the pimps and pills Somebody's climbin' on a Greyhound tonight Too much lipstick and her dress real tight Looks like a woman but she ain't quite No, not quite She's somebody's baby She's somebody's mother's child She may look like a lady But she's just a flower grown wild They never knew you by your childhood name But they were drawn to you like moths to a flame Nobody saw the tears in your silk n' lace Or the scared little kid behind your face Just remember when you hold her tight What you're holding in your arms tonight She's no angel, but that's alright Ya that's alright She's somebody's baby She's somebody's mother's child She may look like a lady But she's just a flower grown wild Just another little pretty thing Another angel with a broken wing Who fell to earth 'neath the Hollywood hills Amid the stars and the bars, the pimps and pills Just like the girl on the movie screen She played it up until the very last scene The picture faded and the day was done Went home to nothin but a loaded gun Somebody's climbing on a Greyhound tonight A little angel flyin' out of sight Looks like a woman but she ain't quite No, not quite |
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