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Midsummer Night
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Midsummer Night was released on June 21, 2026 by Violette Rain as a part of the album Midsummer Night - Single
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Release DateJune 21, 2026
LabelViolette Rain
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Violette Rain
Violette Rain
Autoharp
Elliott Woodbridge
Elliott Woodbridge
Drums, Bass Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Violette Rain
Violette Rain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elliott Woodbridge
Elliott Woodbridge
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hermia always told me the great love of Lysander and her
Summer nights on the pamper and rose beds, heart beating only for her
What a cruel joke they played on me, blaming the magic of the night
It would all just be mended, we wedded and that was the punchline
And he looks in my eyes, searching yearning for what he saw in mine
Ever divine, they are mine
Was it all a dream that he'd ever love me?
So lost in his brew to think he ever could love
Was it all a dream, him holding me
Whispering those sweet nothings he swore meant for me
At least he was mine on that midsummer night
Many moons have waxed and waned since those sound wedding bells chimed
Still at nightfall I bow to him, he heckles me like oral moonshine
What a cruel joke they played on me, blaming the magic of the Fae
As if spells and love potions could trick this inconstant man to stay
Certainly wasn't me, I was neither his raven nor dove
And no god above can make him love
Was it all a dream that he'd ever love me?
So lost in his brew to think he ever could love
Was it all a dream, him holding me
Whispering those sweet nothings he swore meant for me
At least he was mine on that midsummer night
Hermia always told me the great love of Lysander and her
But how hard can a heart really beat in man's theater of the absurd?
What a cruel joke they
What a cruel joke they
What a cruel joke they made of me, playing me
What a cruel joke they
What a cruel joke they
What a cruel joke they made of me, playing me
Was it all a dream that he'd ever love me?
So lost in his brew to think he ever could love
Was it all a dream, him holding me
Whispering those sweet nothings he swore meant for me
At least he was mine on that midsummer night
Written by: Violette Rain
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