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ALIEN
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En tournée
Pop/Rock
ALIEN est sorti le 10 octobre 2025 par R&R Digital dans le cadre de l'album EARWORM
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AlbumEARWORM
Date de sortie10 octobre 2025
LabelR&R Digital
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM103

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
LAUNDRY DAY
LAUNDRY DAY
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jude Lipkin
Jude Lipkin
Composition, Paroles
Henry Weingartner
Henry Weingartner
Composition, Paroles
Henry Pearl
Henry Pearl
Composition, Paroles
Sawyer Nunes
Sawyer Nunes
Composition, Paroles
Alexander Glantz
Alexander Glantz
Composition, Paroles
Dylan Brady
Dylan Brady
Composition, Paroles
Thomas Michel
Thomas Michel
Composition, Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
LAUNDRY DAY
LAUNDRY DAY
Production
Dylan Brady
Dylan Brady
Production
Alexander 23
Alexander 23
Production, Production déléguée
Hazey Eyes
Hazey Eyes
Production, Production déléguée
Yianni AP
Yianni AP
Ingénierie de mixage
Theo Quayle
Theo Quayle
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Whoo!
Maybe you lost your lover, maybe you lost your mind
Maybe you lost your brother, maybe you're out of time
Maybe you shouldn't say that, maybe you'll go to hell
Maybe that's not your problem, maybe it's just as well
Maybe you lost direction, maybe you lost the plot
Maybe you lost your senses, maybe you lost your heart, or not (hey)
I know what we say about them, I wonder what they say about us
That's not your problem (hey), you can't control that stuff (uh, hey)
How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?
I want you to give me something to remember
You can't help it, and I can't feel shit
You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it
Goddamn, goddamn, shit, I don't think we in Kansas
We played this for the radio, but they don't understand us
But we don't make shit for the parents or the panderers
Call the cops on the kids, we make 'em put their hands up
This sound like at the movies, mixing root beer with the Fanta
Every chorus hit, I could've written "Tiny Dancer"
But Elton John (hey) could've never written this, I can prove it on camera-
(Yo, Elton, what's good?)
(Hello, mate, how's your fam, bruv?)
These are the breaks that you can't forget
When you lock yourself out and you need a locksmith (ah, yeah)
He just take cash and the ATM's on the fritz (hey)
You split for a little bit
These are the breaks where you really don't talk (ay)
And you try to start walking, but you end up stopping
At every dumb store on the block
Like, "Yes, bruv! This would be a really sick cop," like
How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?
I want you to give me something to remember
You can't help it, and I can't feel shit
You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it
Goddamn, goddamn, man, I think I'm goin' batshit
I wake up and I'm stressin', runnin' late like I got classes
Five years since I graduated, coulda had a master's
Days slip away, don't know how to do my taxes
When I flash back to a better time, all I see is
Blasted, watchin' half of Inglorious Bastards
My grandma saw the show and said, "I wish you were an actor"
Broadway someday, just so she'll stop askin' (maybe you lost your-)
When I think about records that are classic
I realize that you gotta be cringy to appeal to the masses
Do I sell my soul, running laps in the rat race?
I'm tryna get rich, but I know that it's a trap, shit
Everything I worry about now will be scratched in
It's in my bloodstream like some medicine tablets
How does Advil work? How does it know that my back aches?
Got so many questions, but maybe it's not my (my-my-my-)
How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?
I want you to give me something to remember
You can't help it, and I can't feel shit
You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it
Maybe you lost your lover (one more time), maybe you lost your mind (uh)
Maybe you lost your brother (ooh), maybe you're out of time
Maybe you shouldn't say that, maybe you'll go to hell
Maybe that's not your problem, maybe it's just as well
Written by: Alexander Glantz, Dylan Brady, Henry Pearl, Henry Weingartner, Jude Lipkin, Sawyer Nunes, Thomas Michel
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