album cover
Kitchen Party Panic
album cover
Kitchen Party Panic wurde am 7. Juni 2026 von 709 Frequency als Teil des Albums Kitchen Party Panic - Single veröffentlicht
7. Juni 2026
Label709 Frequency
SpracheEnglish
BPM131
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

(Verse 1)
The Atlantic’s crashing, beating on the shore
My heartbeat’s thumping, begging for some more
Static in the basement of my mind
Trying to leave the heavy ghosts behind
The fog is rolling in, it’s thick and grey
I’m dancing through the salt and through the spray
My reflection in the harbor’s looking thin
Letting all the inner sirens in.
(Pre-Chorus)
I’m a jagged rock, I’m a broken light
Shining through the middle of the night
They’re whispering my failures in the gale
I’m rigging up the mast, I’m gonna set the sail!
(Chorus)
Oh, baby, watch me spin in the dark
Got a nervous wreck, but I’ve got a spark
Like a disco ball in a fishing net
I’m the wildest storm you haven’t met yet
Let the voices scream, let the cables fray
I’m dancing till the shadows wash away
It’s a Newfoundland night, electric and cold
I’m turning all my panic into solid gold!
(Work it, baby!)
(Verse 2)
Walking down George Street, lights are blinding me
Is it the neon or the anxiety?
They say I’m too much, they say I’m out of place
I’ve got a million voices screaming in my face
But I put on my sequins and my heavy boots
Stomping on the fear, pulling up the roots
The iceberg’s melting, but I’m standing tall
I’m the king of the debris, I’m having a ball.
(Chorus)
Oh, baby, watch me spin in the dark
Got a nervous wreck, but I’ve got a spark
Like a disco ball in a fishing net
I’m the wildest storm you haven’t met yet
Let the voices scream, let the cables fray
I’m dancing till the shadows wash away
It’s a Newfoundland night, electric and cold
I’m turning all my panic into solid gold!
(Bridge)
Can you hear the foghorn?
That’s just my battle cry!
I’m not gonna sink, no, I’m gonna fly!
Up on the cliffs where the wind kicks hard
I’m playing my life like a wild-card
Card! Card!
Give it to me!
(Chorus)
Oh, baby, watch me spin in the dark
Got a nervous wreck, but I’ve got a spark
Like a disco ball in a fishing net
I’m the wildest storm you haven’t met yet
Let the voices scream, let the cables fray
I’m dancing till the shadows wash away
It’s a Newfoundland night, electric and cold
I’m turning all my panic into solid gold!
(Outro)
Solid gold, baby.
Just me and the ocean.
The voices, they’re just the rhythm now.
Can you hear it?
Yeah.
Written by: Tyson Travers
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...