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Hole
82
Pop/Rock
Hole fue lanzado el 26 de noviembre de 2001 por Epic como parte del álbum Greyhoundz
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Fecha de lanzamiento26 de noviembre de 2001
Sello discográficoEpic
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM68

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Greyhoundz
Greyhoundz
Intérprete
Norman Gahol
Norman Gahol
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rene Reg Rubio
Rene Reg Rubio
Letra
Allen Carlo Cudal
Allen Carlo Cudal
Composición
Thomas Jay Brillantes
Thomas Jay Brillantes
Composición
Adolf Andrian Avenido
Adolf Andrian Avenido
Composición
Anselmo Avenido
Anselmo Avenido
Composición
Greyhoundz
Greyhoundz
Arreglista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Noel Debrackinghe
Noel Debrackinghe
Producción
Mark Lakay
Mark Lakay
Ingeniería

Letra

Come ride with me
Defy reality
Down to my tunnel
Beneath the rubble
Obscure, yet in another level playing with the cards of the devil.
it's solace and grace under the arm of sorrow.
So wallow in it for it is your pillow even though you're fucked up and hollow.
Go get the tube.
Go get the blade.
Go get the plate.
Don't hesitate.
Come on shoot the lines straight
Split the seconds later, you'll be living the danger as you dive deeper into the depths of its chamber.
So wait for me, lets look at the light together.
So wait for me, lets look at the light together.
Numb and cold
Weary and old
A stolen soul
Now in another pole
Stress suppressed in the process.....
Now I', here and it seems like the clock is ticking.
I want to hide my head under my bed cuz I'm bleeding
My anger under my fear cuz I feel like exploding
And the rest of me under my sleeves cuz I feel like dying
My tears are drifting from my eyes but I'm giggling
I'm now inside this bubble and everything is vibrating.
I don't know if I'd still be coming out cuz I think I like it better lying.
But I know I can't stay cuz I have to keep on living
So I could come back here more often...
Numb and cold
Weary and old
A stolen soul
Now in another pole
Stress suppressed in the process.....
Can't move. Can't speak.
Can't see clearly I'm catching my breath...
Sleep liquid fluid.
White ticket powder.
Take me to a journey into the realm of the reaper
Where the floor as the sky I will fly
Over the ceiling that turned into wine.
Stress suppressed in the process.....
Written by: Adolf Andrian Avenido, Allen Carlo Cudal, Anselmo Avenido, Rene Reg Rubio, Thomas Jay Brillantes
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