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Taurus
18
Folk
Taurus est sorti le 4 octobre 2019 par Paper Anchor Music dans le cadre de l'album Beacon
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AlbumBeacon
Date de sortie4 octobre 2019
LabelPaper Anchor Music
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM146

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Anna Vogelzang
Anna Vogelzang
Chant
Tyler Chester
Tyler Chester
Claviers
Jay Bellerose
Jay Bellerose
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Anna Kirsten Vogelzang
Anna Kirsten Vogelzang
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Anna Vogelzang
Anna Vogelzang
Co‑production
Tyler Chester
Tyler Chester
Co‑production
Lucy's Meat Market in Los Angeles CA.
Lucy's Meat Market in Los Angeles CA.
Ingénierie de prise de son
Pete Min
Pete Min
Ingénierie de prise de son
Todd Sickafoose
Todd Sickafoose
Ingénierie de mixage
Earycanal in Eugene OR.
Earycanal in Eugene OR.
Ingénierie de mixage
Éric Boulanger
Éric Boulanger
Ingénierie de mastérisation
The Bakery in Los Angeles CA.
The Bakery in Los Angeles CA.
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Stars strewn across your face
Skin to mouth, mouth to bourbon
You burning like the sun
And I cannot stop lookin
Open your mouth
Ocean of birds tumbling down
Open your mouth
Open your mouth just one more time
Mmm
I’m listening to sad songs
Shooting towards the flame
Driving cross west Texas through the night
Hand against the burner
Stupid kid, you know better
Eye of the storm
Lightning I’m holding tryna burn me up
Eye of the storm
Tornado warning from inside your lungs
You got me listening to sad songs
You got me pining in the dark
You got me drunken at the dance hall
Rubbing my hands to make a spark
You got me swept up by the river
You got me sinking like a stone
You got me falling, yelling timber
You got me talking on the telephone
You got me
I’m preaching gospel truth
You’re shooting down the moon
You pull it to the ground
But up here in the hills
I become the hunter
Finger on the trigger
Tracking your doe eye’d summer
You got me listening to sad songs
You got me wondering in the dark
You got me drunken at the dance hall
Rubbing my hands to make a spark
You got me swept up by the river
You got me sinking like a stone
You got me falling, yelling timber
You got me talking on the telephone
You got me good
Stars strewn across your face
And I cannot stop looking
Written by: Anna Kirsten Vogelzang
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