The official "Anna Sun" music video for the band Walk the Moon was directed and produced by University of Cincinnati alumnus Patrick Meier, who graduated with a fine arts degree from DAAP in 2009. The video was filmed in Cincinnati's Over the Rhine brewery district at the historic Mockbee building duirng 2011.

The indie pop group's guitarist is Eli Maiman, CCM ’08, a composer, arranger, song writer and educator. The group toured the U.S. and Canada in ’10-11. In 11, Esquire magazine named their song “Anna Sun” the song of the summer.

Zach Mueller, CCM ’10, was the sound mixer on the video.

LINKS

• Photo gallery of Walk the Moon's fall 2013 performance at UC.
• Read more about the video.
• Read more about Eli Maiman.
• Read more about Zach Mueller.

WALK THE MOON "Anna Sun" OFFICIAL Music Video from Contrast Productions on Vimeo.

Band on "Last Call with Carson Daly," Feb. '12, at L.A.'s Wiltern Theater

Band plays acoustic set in New York City’s Madison Square Park

Lyrics to "Anna Sun"

Screen falling off the door; door hanging off the hinges.
My feet are still sore; my back is on the fringes.
We tore up the walls; we slept on couches.
We lifted this house. We lifted this house.

Fire-crackers in the east; my car parked south.
Your hands on my cheeks; your shoulder in my mouth.
I was up against the wall on the west mezzanine.
We rattle this town. We rattle this scene.

Oh, Anna Sun!
Oh, Anna Sun!

(Chorus)
What do you know? This house is falling apart.
What can I say? This house is falling apart.
We got no money, but we got heart.
We're gonna rattle this ghost town.
This house is falling apart!

Screen falling off the door; door hanging off the hinges.
My feet are still sore; my back is on the fringes.
We were up against the wall on the west mezzanine.
We rattle this town. We rattle this scene.

Oh, Anna Sun!
Oh, Anna Sun!

(Chorus)

Live my life without station wagon rides.
Fumbling around the back, not one seatbelt on.
Wait for summertime; coming up for air.
Now it's all a wash. Now it's all a wash

Live my life without coming up for air.
Now it's all a wash; I want everyone.
Racing down the hill, I am faster than you.
Wait for summertime. Wait for summertime.

(Chorus)