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Dialtone
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Dialtone fue lanzado el 4 de marzo de 2026 por graph como parte del álbum Funkaradio #30
4 de marzo de 2026
Sello discográficograph
IdiomaEnglish
BPM90
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Video musical

Video musical

Letra

Late bus
Fogged glass
Forehead on the window
High-tops dangling in the aisle
Phone at 2%
City rolling in slow motion
Saw my face
Ghosted in the plexiglass reflection
Eyes red from the after-school hustle
Smelling fry grease
Chalk dust
Cheap cologne
Mom's voice
Folded in a voicemail I kept replaying
"Call when you land
Baby"
I was only five stops from home
I grew up on dial tones and loose change
Coins on the counter
Prayers in the couch
Static from the bedroom radio
Teaching me the long way 'round
I grew up off half-finished notebooks
Late-night light from the hallway door
If I never had much
I had hope
Now I'm coming of age
Asking life for more (oh yeah)
Corner store
Owner knew my name
But not my plans
Trading summer for a stack of errands
Bikes leaned crooked by the ice machine
Hand-me-down
Dreams two sizes too baggy
Still I wore 'em out in every mirror
Practicing a voice that didn't crack on truth
Friends split
Some chased smoke
Some chased sirens
We skipped rocks over rumors and fences
Promised we'd all make it
Some only halfway did
I grew up on dial tones and loose change
Coins on the counter
Prayers in the couch
Static from the bedroom radio
Teaching me the long way 'round
I grew up off half-finished notebooks
Late-night light from the hallway door
If I never had much
I had hope
Now I'm coming of age
Asking life for more (oh yeah)
Now the late-night host says my hometown's name
Between the scores and the weather report
I'm laughing in an apartment I pay for
With words that used to crowd in the margins
I grew up on dial tones and loose change
Coins on the counter
Prayers in the couch
Static from the bedroom radio
Singing me a map out the dark
I grew up off half-finished notebooks
But I'm writing on the front page now
If I never had much
I had hope
Still that same kid
Just louder somehow (oh yeah)
I grew up on dial tones and loose change
Coins on the counter
Prayers in the couch
Static from the bedroom radio
Teaching me the long way 'round
I grew up off half-finished notebooks
Late-night light from the hallway door
If I never had much
I had hope
Now I'm coming of age
Asking life for more (oh yeah)
Written by: shigemaru graph
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