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Scratch
12
De gira
Indie Rock
Scratch fue lanzado el 26 de junio de 2026 por Many Hats Distribution como parte del álbum Silt
album cover
ÁlbumSilt
Fecha de lanzamiento26 de junio de 2026
Sello discográficoMany Hats Distribution
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM59

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Atta Boy
Atta Boy
Intérprete
Freddy Reish
Freddy Reish
Guitarra eléctrica, Guitarra acústica, Bajo, Melotrón
Jason Hiller
Jason Hiller
Bajo
Eden Brolin
Eden Brolin
Voces, Voces de fondo, Guitarra acústica, Guitarra eléctrica
Dashel Thompson
Dashel Thompson
Piano, Sintetizador
Lewis Pullman
Lewis Pullman
Batería, Pandereta
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Freddy Reish
Freddy Reish
Autoría
Eden Brolin
Eden Brolin
Autoría
Dashel Thompson
Dashel Thompson
Autoría
Lewis Pullman
Lewis Pullman
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Atta Boy
Atta Boy
Producción
Freddy Reish
Freddy Reish
Ingeniería de grabación
Jason Hiller
Jason Hiller
Ingeniería de grabación
Bradford Krieger
Bradford Krieger
Masterización, Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

I don't want to see your face again
I'm so sick, my spine is bent again, again, again
Show me how you think you love again
Scratch your itch, and I'll be back again, again, again
Take a look at this thing, it looks like a bug from this far up
Nose to nose, it's like a fog that swallows you 'til you're fed up
Thank you, mom, thank you, mom
Thank you, mom, thank you, mom
Start a-fucking-gain with a mustache-buzz-cut-knock-off-clone of me
Some sick sewer rat with his mouth sewn shut and a B-12 deficiency
Well, good luck, buster, you better muster
Guts like a lover and a surrogate mother
That dog loves me, he jumps up and licks me
And I know that he's thirsty 'cause he sees everything
Take a look at this thing, it looks like a bug from this far up
Nose to nose, it's like a fog that swallows you 'til you're fed up
Thank you, mom, thank you, mom
Thank you, mom, thank you, mom
Thank you, mom, thank you, mom
Thank you, mom, thank you, mom
There's a bloodhound, and she's at my heels
Her eyes a cracked blue thunder
Picking asphalt from her cartwheeled palms
Will I meet her
I don't know, but I sure do wonder
I don't know, but I sure do wonder
I don't want to see your face again
I'm so sick my spine is bent again, again, again
Show me how you think you love again
Scratch your itch, and I'll be back again, again, again
Written by: Dashel Thompson, Eden Brolin, Freddy Reish, Lewis Pullman
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