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Knifeman
9,070
Rock
Knifeman fue lanzado el 11 de noviembre de 2008 por White Drugs como parte del álbum The Bronx (III)
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Fecha de lanzamiento11 de noviembre de 2008
Sello discográficoWhite Drugs
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM119

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
The Bronx
The Bronx
Intérprete
Matt Caughthran
Matt Caughthran
Voz principal
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Matt Caughthran
Matt Caughthran
Autoría
Joby J. Ford
Joby J. Ford
Autoría
Brad Magers
Brad Magers
Autoría
Jorma Vik
Jorma Vik
Autoría
Ken Mochicoshi Horne
Ken Mochicoshi Horne
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Dave Schiffmann
Dave Schiffmann
Producción

Letra

I wanna be original, I wanna be surrounded by art
But everything is digital, the formulas are fallin' apart
They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share
Is the burden of fame just a universal cross we can't bare?
But out here on the borderline, you've got to hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams
Is it as bad as it seems?
And can you pull the hook from your mouth?
Do you wanna feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out?
We're divided it seems
This is a diary of life in between
This is a obese and obscene it seems
This isn't music it's a pyramid scheme
Oh
And out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams
And out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever
We'll all be dead if this machine, turns art into routine
Thieves have taken the crown, melted it down
Kept an ear to the ground, now they're praying for sound
And I don't know what's found
'Cause we used to be gifted and persistent
Now we're bored, reminiscent
We used to laugh without misery, spoon-fed our desire
We've lost our fire!
And now they won't remember our names
Our days are mixed in the crowd, and our nights are spent fanning the flames
But out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams
But oh, out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever
We'll all be dead if this machine, turns art into a routine
(Dead and gone, dead and gone)
Thieves have taken the crown
(Dead and gone, dead and gone)
And have melted it down
(Dead and gone, we're dead and gone)
Thieves have taken the crown
(Dead and gone, we're dead and gone)
And now they're praying for sound
Written by: Brad Magers, Joby J. Ford, Jorma Vik, Ken Mochicoshi Horne, Matt Caughthran
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