Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Amber Gray
Amber Gray
Stimme und Gesang
Patrick Page
Patrick Page
Stimme und Gesang
Liam Robinson
Liam Robinson
Klavier
Robinson Morse
Robinson Morse
Bass
Marika Hugues
Marika Hugues
Cello
Michael Chorney
Michael Chorney
Gitarre
Dana Lyn
Dana Lyn
Geige
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Anaïs Mitchell
Anaïs Mitchell
Komponist:in
Liam Robinson
Liam Robinson
Arrangeur:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Michael Chorney
Michael Chorney
Orchestrator:in
Todd Sickafoose
Todd Sickafoose
Orchestrator:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Anaïs Mitchell
Anaïs Mitchell
Produzent:in
Brandon Chevere
Brandon Chevere
Ingenieurassistent:in
Matt Soares
Matt Soares
Ingenieurassistent:in
Neal Shaw
Neal Shaw
Ingenieurassistent:in
Mara Isaacs
Mara Isaacs
Co-Produzent:in
David Lai
David Lai
Produzent:in
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Todd Sickafoose
Todd Sickafoose
Produzent:in
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

What are you afraid of? What? He's just a boy in love Have a drink, why don't you? No, I've had enough He loves that girl, Hades Well, that's too bad He has the kind of love for her that you and I once had The girl means nothing to me I know, but she means everything to him So? Let her go Hades, my husband, Hades, my light, Hades, my darkness If you had heard how he sang tonight, you'd pity poor Orpheus All of the sorrow won't fit in his chest It just burns like a fire in the pit of his chest And his heart is a bird on a spit in his chest How long? How long? How long? How long? Just as long as Hades is king Nothing comes of wishing on stars And nothing comes of the songs people sing However sorry they are Give them a piece, they'll take it all Show them a crack, they'll tear down the wall Lend them an ear and the kingdom will fall The kingdom will fall for a song What does he care for the logic of kings? The laws of your underworld? It is only for love that he sings? He sings for the love of a girl You and your pity don't fit in my bed You just burn like a fire in the pit of my bed And I turn like a bird on a spit in my bed How long? How long? How long? How long? Just as long as I am your wife It's true the Earth must die But then the Earth comes back to life And the sun must go on rising And how does the sun even fit in the sky? It just burns like a fire in the pit of the sky And the Earth is a bird on a spit in the sky How long? How long? How long?
Writer(s): Will Mowatt, Hayden Browne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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