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Dark, Dark, Dark
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W trasie
Folk
Utwór Dark, Dark, Dark został wydany 5 października 2018 przez Dualtone Music Group jako część albumu Evening Machines
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Data wydania5 października 2018
WytwórniaDualtone Music Group
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM65

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Lead Vocals, Piano, Drums, Banjo, Organ, Acoustic Guitar, Ukulele, Bass, Rhodes Piano, Sound Effects, Mellotron, Reed Organ, Wurlitzer Piano, Electric Guitar, Moog
Andrew Berlin
Andrew Berlin
Percussion, Rhodes Piano, Drums, Sound Effects
Ilan Isakov
Ilan Isakov
Wurlitzer Piano, Rhodes Piano
Jeb Bows
Jeb Bows
Violin, Viola, Background Vocals
John Paul Grigsby
John Paul Grigsby
Upright Bass, Background Vocals, Electric Bass Guitar
Max Barcelow
Max Barcelow
Drums, Percussion, Background Vocals
Philip Parker
Philip Parker
Cello, Background Vocals
Rachel Sliker
Rachel Sliker
Viola, Violin, Background Vocals
Steve Varney
Steve Varney
Banjo, Background Vocals, Electric Guitar, Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Songwriter, Arranger, String Arranger
Ilan Isakov
Ilan Isakov
String Arranger
Rachel Sliker
Rachel Sliker
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Berlin
Andrew Berlin
Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Gregory Alan Isakov
Gregory Alan Isakov
Producer, Engineer
Tucker Martine
Tucker Martine
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Maria's on a hill, she was all, "Side of her eyes"
A five-dollar wine has a blanket inside
Lay up the pages on a traveling bed
Watch the Blood of Christ Mountains, oh, they all turn red
Howl at the half moon, radio queen
She's all smoke, she's all nicotine
The songs in my pocket just crumble apart
Won't you sing me something for the dark?
Maria's got wings, she's got legs for the sea
Captain's coat and a note for me
Wake up, Marie, 'fore the season turns
Set your dash for the coast, watch the Sangres burn
Howl at the half moon, radio queen
She's all smoke, she's all nicotine
The songs in my pocket just crumble apart
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark?
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark?
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark?
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark?
Won't you sing me something for the dark?
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark?
Written by: Gregory Alan Isakov
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