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AUTOMATIC
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AUTOMATIC est sorti le 29 août 2025 par Naive dans le cadre de l'album LIVE-ACTION
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Date de sortie29 août 2025
LabelNaive
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM111

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Batterie
Lalah Hathaway
Lalah Hathaway
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brock Walsh
Brock Walsh
Composition
Mark Goldemberg
Mark Goldemberg
Composition
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Arrangement
Lalah Hathaway
Lalah Hathaway
Arrangement vocal
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Production
Sebastian White
Sebastian White
Infographie
Alex de Turk
Alex de Turk
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Alex de Jong
Alex de Jong
Ingénierie de mixage
Orlando Pinder
Orlando Pinder
Photographie
Phil Beaudreau
Phil Beaudreau
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Look what you're doing to me
I'm utterly at your whim
All of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me
With its X-ray vision
All systems run aground
[PreChorus]
All I can manage to push from my lips is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak winds up locked in a circuitry
[Chorus]
They tell me
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down, down, down
Automatic
Automatic
[Verse 2]
What is this madness
That makes my motor run
And my legs too weak to stand?
I go from sadness to exhilaration
Like a robot at your command
[PreChorus]
My hands perspire and shake like a leaf
Up and down goes my temperature
I summon doctors to get some relief
But they tell me there is no cure
[Chorus]
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down, down, down
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
[Verse 3]
Look what you're doing to me
I'm utterly at your whim
All of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me
With its X-ray vision
And all systems run aground
[Verse 4]
All I can manage to push from my lips is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak winds up locked in a circuitry
Written by: Brock Walsh, Mark Goldemberg
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