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Sleep In The Shine & Harry Dean Lewis

Decapitactic

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Alternative Rap

Skladba Decapitactic vyšla 28. listopadu 2025 House of Larrikin na albu For All We Know - EP

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AlbumFor All We Know - EP

Datum vydání28. listopadu 2025

ŠtítekHouse of Larrikin

Melodičnost

Akustičnost

Valence

Tanečnost

Energie

BPM96

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sleep In The Shine

Sleep In The Shine

Performer

Harry Dean Lewis

Harry Dean Lewis

Keyboards

Jürgen Schallauer

Jürgen Schallauer

Bass Guitar

Carmine Nicely

Vocals

Alexander Boulton

Alexander Boulton

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Harry Dean Lewis

Harry Dean Lewis

Songwriter

Carmine Nicely

Lyrics

Alexander Boulton

Alexander Boulton

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Harry Dean Lewis

Harry Dean Lewis

Producer

Tobias Wöhrer

Mastering Engineer

Florian Jauker

Recording Engineer

Texty

(And right now I could use a little extra cash)

(Oh, why do you say it that way?)

(Cash)

(Uh oh, here we go again)

(And George, the name fits him)

Yea, I threw up flipped the bucket

Slapped this pacifist in public

All because he dissed my momma

I tried to ignore the drama

Guess he was just looking for problems

Don’t worry I got plenty of them

I can package it perfectly

Wrap it up like anaconda

Shit that damage ya inside

Spit that puncturing windpipes

Twitch under the moonlight

Then ditch after I patty slap ye its 5 guys

(Oh, why do you say it that way?)

Growing up delicious

Sound becomes malicious

Sentenced by the spirits to send it, I’m on a mission

I'm hissing at the thought of songs not getting recognition

from the subconscious, I've become a tune Witcher.

Cesspool of garbage piling higher than Mount Aire

I'm a build the pyres, burn it all down just fuel the fire

Not a feast for the eyes, the ears will not lie

I work in secret and hide

Achieve defeat of my pride

I've reaped a feast for my mind

(RIBBIT)

(Shit)

(Spit)

(Twist)

(Ditch)

(Shit)

(Spit)

Coming through the ridges

Blaring I got a fistful

Put me on a wish list

Dare you to check your rear view

Punching through the severed arch

For recognition

Terrified of Noah’s ark

And television

Twist your body in moonlight

Strictly under the wolf's cry

Hiss the cut of the changed eye

And I tricked you

See what you never could recognize

I dodge and weave

I'm too quick

They too slow

Cutting out the dimmers

Let them simmer

Then watch 'em dissolve

Smudging liver

Dipping disfigured fingers and toes

Better keep your distance

Shit, now look at the pain that they invoke

Shit, that’s damage ya inside

Spit that puncturing windpipes

Twitch under the moonlight

Then ditch after I patty slap ye its 5 guys

Shit that damage ya inside

Spit that puncturing windpipes

Twitch under the moonlight

Then ditch..

Shit that damage ya inside

Spit that puncturing windpipes

Twitch under the moonlight

Then ditch after I patty slap ye its 5 guys

Written by: Alexander Boulton, Carmine Nicely, Harry Dean Lewis

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