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Spooks
5.328
Auf Tour
Rock
Spooks wurde am 8. März 2011 von Rise Records als Teil des Albums Downtown Battle Mountain II veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum8. März 2011
LabelRise Records
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM183

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Lodge
Eric Lodge
Bass
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Vocals
Jonny Craig
Jonny Craig
Vocals
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Drums, Percussion
Will Swan
Will Swan
Background Vocals, Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Songwriter
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Songwriter
Jonny Craig
Jonny Craig
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Songtexte

Fool, your word means shit
My eyes, they wander
Not a lotta shit left to break inside the mind of acid-whore
Swallowing your sister's nightstand might cover up the clogging pores
The sound of Master Blaster's tank weapon gun addon, I believe
Every single little child can benefit from smoking weed
You're filling your pockets with my bones
Filling your pockets
Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways
Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways
I don't know much about computers
But I know that you look like a child abuser
Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways
Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways
Sideways, sideways
Move in, take what's not yours
Take what I worked for
Slow down, stop me now
You're tearing apart my soul
And lately we should be making me
The best type of record for wasting, please
Amazing bark is getting dark
You know that I know, can ride the arc
And lately we should be making me
The present elect is a burning tree
And you know that I know that I can't be me
So I can be you, and well, you can be me
I'm a T.O.Y F.O.R you, on my pleasure principle
We keep it on the down low, 'cause public eyes are sensible
There ain't no outcome without the illusion that I let you in the first place
Girl, you know what we're doin', this is dirty sex
Back seats, over the tables, under the sheets
At the workplace, on the beach, in the hammock where I sleep
I know it's your birthday, but could you call me up at 3:30?
Damn, okay, where do you want to meet?
'Cause I know the lonely road it took to get there
And I believed, I believed it at your lonely word
Well, I knew the lonely road it took to get there
Yeah, I believed, I believed it in your lost words
Well, I know the only road it takes to get there
And I only feel it now because I've been there
And I know the lonely road it takes to get there
And I only feel it now because I've been there
Slow down, stop me now
You're tearing apart my soul
Move in, take what's not yours
Take what I worked for
(Lame as well as boring)
(Lame as well as boring)
A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound
Capitalize when you dumb it down
You defect and I'll be raging on top of my car
You defect and I'll be passed out, covered in tar
A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound
Capitalize when you dumb it down
A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound
Capitalize when you dumb it down
Written by: Jon Mess, Jonny Craig, Matt Mingus, Will Swan
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