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Moth
1.520
Em turnê
Rock
Moth foi lançado em 15 de outubro de 1996 por 550 Music como parte do álbum No Doy
album cover
ÁlbumNo Doy
Data de lançamento15 de outubro de 1996
Selo550 Music
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM95

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
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Interpretação
R. Derhak
R. Derhak
Baixo
C. Garvey
C. Garvey
Violão
Chris Mazur
Chris Mazur
Bateria
A. Schnier
A. Schnier
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
R. Derhak
R. Derhak
Letra
C. Garvey
C. Garvey
Composição
A. Schnier
A. Schnier
Letra
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
John Porter
John Porter
Produção
Joe McGrath
Joe McGrath
Engenharia (mixagem)
Jesse Henderson
Jesse Henderson
Engenharia (assistente)
Kelly Wholford
Kelly Wholford
Engenharia (assistente)
Jen Wyler
Jen Wyler
Engenharia (assistente)
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Engenharia (masterização)

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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