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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Eva Noblezada
Eva Noblezada
Chant
Jewelle Blackman
Jewelle Blackman
Chant
Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer
Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer
Chant
Kay Trinidad
Kay Trinidad
Chant
Liam Robinson
Liam Robinson
Accordéon
Robinson Morse
Robinson Morse
Basse
Marika Hughes
Marika Hughes
Violoncelle
Michael Chorney
Michael Chorney
Guitare
Dana Lyn
Dana Lyn
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Anaïs Mitchell
Anaïs Mitchell
Composition
Liam Robinson
Liam Robinson
Arrangement vocal
Michael Chorney
Michael Chorney
Orchestration
Todd Sickafoose
Todd Sickafoose
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Anaïs Mitchell
Anaïs Mitchell
Production
Brandon Chevere
Brandon Chevere
Assistance d’ingénierie
Matt Soares
Matt Soares
Assistance d’ingénierie
Neal Shaw
Neal Shaw
Assistance d’ingénierie
David Lai
David Lai
Production
Mara Isaacs
Mara Isaacs
Co‑production
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Todd Sickafoose
Todd Sickafoose
Production
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Eurydice was a hungry young girl A runaway from everywhere she'd ever been She was no stranger to the world No stranger to the wind Weather ain't the way it was before Ain't no spring or fall at all anymore It's either blazing hot or freezing cold Any way the wind blows And there ain't a thing that you can do When the weather takes a turn on you 'Cept for hurry up and hit the road Any way the wind blows (Wind comes up, ooh) Do you hear that sound (Wind comes up, move) to another town Ain't nobody gonna stick around When the dark clouds roll Any way the wind blows You met the Fates Remember them (anybody got a match?) Always singing in the back of your mind (gimme that) Wherever it was, this young girl went The fates were close behind People turn on you just like the wind Everybody is a fair-weather friend In the end you're better off alone Any way the wind blows When your body aches to lay it down When you're hungry and there ain't enough to go 'round Ain't no length to which a girl won't go Any way the wind blows (Wind comes up ooh) and sometimes you think (Wind comes up, you) would do anything Just to fill your belly full of food Find a bed that you could fall into Where the weather wouldn't follow you Wherever you go Any way the wind blows Now Orpheus was the son of a muse And you know how those muses are Sometimes they abandon you And this poor boy He wore his heart out on his sleeve You might say he was naive to the ways of the world But he had a way with words And the rhythm and the rhyme And he sang just like a bird up on a line And it ain't because I'm kind But his mama was a friend of mine And I liked to hear him sing And his way of seeing things So I took him underneath my wing And that is where he stayed Until one day
Writer(s): Anais Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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