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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Becca Stevens
Becca Stevens
Vocals
Jordan Perlson
Jordan Perlson
Drums
Keiko Tokunaga
Keiko Tokunaga
Violin
Michael League
Michael League
Acoustic Guitar
Nathan Schram
Nathan Schram
Viola
Troy Miller
Troy Miller
String Quartet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Becca Stevens
Becca Stevens
Composer
Nathan Schram
Nathan Schram
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Becca Stevens
Becca Stevens
Additional Producer
Michael League
Michael League
Producer
Troy Miller
Troy Miller
Producer

Letra

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, Ooh... The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, Ooh... Oh, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you, She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone, On the forefinger of an alderman... Drawn with the deem of little atomies of Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep, Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs... The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, Ooh... Her whip of a cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her waggoner a small grey coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm, Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid Her chariot is an empty hazelnut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers And in this state she... (gallops night by night) night by night By... by... by night ... Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love They dream They dream They dream of love Ooh The cover of wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, Ooh... O'er courtiers' knees, that dream of court'sies straight, O'er lawyers fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er lady's lips, who straight on kisses dream Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because of their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are... Oh, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman Drawn with the deem of little atomies of Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
Writer(s): Rebecca Thomas Stevens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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