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Again
R&B/Soul
Again fue lanzado el 12 de diciembre de 2025 por Bloodshøt Vision LLC como parte del álbum Psychedeye
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Fecha de lanzamiento12 de diciembre de 2025
Sello discográficoBloodshøt Vision LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM82

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
William "Rintoo" Stockton
William "Rintoo" Stockton
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
William "Rintoo" Stockton
William "Rintoo" Stockton
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
William "Rintoo" Stockton
William "Rintoo" Stockton
Producción

Letra

The colour of the street is a familiar grey
The posters on the wall begin to peel and fray
They tell the same old story in the same old way
Just an echo of a promise from a yesterday
We keep our curtains drawn to keep the new sound down
We trace the faded patterns of this tired old town
We polish up the tarnished and forgotten crown
And watch the slow decay as everything turns brown
The clock upon the tower is about to strike in pain
A new ideology is falling with the acid rain
We try to wash it off but it will only leave a stain
And nothing familiar here will ever be the same again
I see it in the lines of every passing face
A hollowed-out expression in this hollowed-out place
They're walking to a rhythm that has lost its living grace
Leaving not a single, memorable trace
The whispers of the change are like a constant, distant hum
We press our hands to our ears until our senses all go numb
We wait for some salvation that will never, ever come
Just living out the moments underneath a silent thumb
The clock upon the tower is about to strike in pain
A new ideology is falling with the acid rain
We try to wash it off but it will only leave a stain
And nothing familiar here will ever be the same again
So we just learn to breathe the dust and live the quiet lie
And watch the fractured colours of a poisoned, fading sky
There's no final answer, so we no longer even try
We just ignore the signal as the old ideas die
The clock upon the tower is about to strike in pain
A new ideology is falling with the acid rain
We try to wash it off but it will only leave a stain
And nothing familiar here will ever be the same again
Written by: William "Rintoo" Stockton
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