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Tumbleweeding
10
Rock
Tumbleweeding fue lanzado el 7 de marzo de 2025 por Halloween Records como parte del álbum Suburban Electric
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Fecha de lanzamiento7 de marzo de 2025
Sello discográficoHalloween Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM160

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Kevin Tully
Kevin Tully
Voces de fondo, Voces
Jack Sibilski
Jack Sibilski
Voces de fondo, Guitarra acústica
Alex Meylink
Alex Meylink
Bajo, Voces de fondo
Erik Atwell
Erik Atwell
Percusión, Batería
Rima Fand
Rima Fand
Violín, Viola
Justin Mullens
Justin Mullens
Trompa, Trompeta
Peter Hess
Peter Hess
Clarinete
Gene Jacket
Gene Jacket
Teclados, Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Kevin Tully
Kevin Tully
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Telethon
Telethon
Producción
Alex Meylink
Alex Meylink
Ingeniería de grabación
Erik Atwell
Erik Atwell
Ingeniería de grabación
Peter Hess
Peter Hess
Ingeniería, Coproducción
Jack Shirley
Jack Shirley
Masterización, Ingeniería de mezcla, Coproducción

Letra

So we failed to locate a single version
That seemed to settle the sight lines
That broke immersion
Couldn't topple the Jenga tower with a gun to my head
A stiff preacher delivered a video sermon
Of stiff sleepers whose empires succumbed to vermin
While they bashed the alarm clock and dreamed they were anyone else
I get so lost outside myself
In the land of oversized pickup trucks and shuttle buses
Extra fee for satellite radio inside the rental
Make a scene to draw the line
Force the editor to jump cut
Man, just tell me where to sign
God, I need a reaction
Let me know I'm on your mind
Suppose I need a distraction
But those are getting so hard to find
What if I lose my identity
Desire to mumble incoherently
Believe you me
Well, that would be an unspeakable tragedy
So on the way in
A mysterious Irish Setter leashed up to a bike rack
Asked me to pet her
Highlight of the day was laying a palm on her head
Can't recall the more robust one
Delta eight or Delta nine
Struggling to read the menu 'til I gained a second sight
Try our famous margaritas
They are brimmed with salt and lime
They are brewed in a huge cauldron
Where they freeze for several nights
God, I need a reaction
Let me know I'm on your mind
Suppose I need a distraction
But those are getting so hard to find
What if I lose my capacity for love
Or trust
Or breathing nicotine
Hissing machine
Now, would that be some unspeakable tragedy
I cut off a motorcyclist near Knoxville
While swerving away from a pile of roadkill
He banged on my window
World's angriest guy
Repeating the phrase"You're stupid, I die"
I knew he was right
So I'm apologizing
When he kicked the steed up and became the horizon
So I'm tumbleweeding
Adrift once again
Think me and this stranger could probably be friends
The end
Written by: Kevin Tully
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