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Moth
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De gira
Rock
Moth fue lanzado el 15 de octubre de 1996 por 550 Music como parte del álbum No Doy
album cover
ÁlbumNo Doy
Fecha de lanzamiento15 de octubre de 1996
Sello discográfico550 Music
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM95

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
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moe.
Intérprete
R. Derhak
R. Derhak
Bajo
C. Garvey
C. Garvey
Guitarra
Chris Mazur
Chris Mazur
Batería
A. Schnier
A. Schnier
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
R. Derhak
R. Derhak
Letra
C. Garvey
C. Garvey
Composición
A. Schnier
A. Schnier
Letra
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
John Porter
John Porter
Producción
Joe McGrath
Joe McGrath
Ingeniería de mezcla
Jesse Henderson
Jesse Henderson
Asistente de ingeniería
Kelly Wholford
Kelly Wholford
Asistente de ingeniería
Jen Wyler
Jen Wyler
Asistente de ingeniería
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
Now somewhere between the plastic, dog-eared flaps
Of the kitchen screen door
Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war
(It was a big one) The war, that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held a prisoner by the screen door from the moon
[Verse 2]
Now somewhere between the dog food and the moth
In the kitchen screen door
I fell in love with the gypsy, so I signed up for the war
(It was a big one) The moth, that is, she was the size of a baby raccoon
I pulled down the plastic prison walls
And we danced in the light of the moon
[Verse 3]
Well, she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
Well, she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
[Verse 4]
She dipped and swirled and dove and twirled and danced in celebration
We'd won the war of the kitchen screen door and the gypsy's liberation
(It was a big one) The victory, and the sun gave way to the moon
Well, we got drunk and she thanked me
And then we drank all afternoon
[Verse 5]
Now somewhere between the back porch
And the yellowy light of the moon
Waits a widow, who even wonders, on a Sunday night in June
(It was a big one) The spider, that is, and she never even batted an eye
When the gypsy flew into her web, and I thought
[Verse 6]
"You know, sometimes it might be difficult
To walk a street blind when you're half in the bag
And three sheets to the wind, so to speak, but to fly?"
[Verse 7]
She knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
Well, she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
[Verse 8]
She knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
Well, she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
[Verse 9]
Well, she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
Well, she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
Written by: A. Schnier, C. Garvey, R. Derhak
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