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Artlessly Falling
169
Jazz
Artlessly Falling è stato pubblicato il 30 ottobre 2020 da SG3 Records come parte dell'album Artlessly Falling
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Data di uscita30 ottobre 2020
EtichettaSG3 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM140

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mary Halvorson
Mary Halvorson
Guitar
Mary Halvorson's Code Girl
Mary Halvorson's Code Girl
Performer
Michael Formanek
Michael Formanek
Bass
María Grand
María Grand
Saxophone
Adam O'Farrill
Adam O'Farrill
Trumpet
Tomas Fujiwara
Tomas Fujiwara
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mary Halvorson
Mary Halvorson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mary Halvorson
Mary Halvorson
Producer
David Breskin
David Breskin
Co-Producer
Nick Lloyd
Nick Lloyd
Co-Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Artlessly falling through overstretched arms
Delivers the night underground, a hole
I spool splintered smiles around your grey
Eyes, sparklers devouring the southern cross
Old patterns crystallize, form double salt
I feign to dissolve, eighty eight stars wild
[Verse 2]
Cards leak our future, decidedly wild
The fool unnumbered, white roses in arms
Feathers in hair and his heart sieving salt
I grip my reveal, an ace in the hole
The hierophant hoisting a triple cross
Two fingers skyward in homage to grey
[Verse 3]
Pull my hair, dulling from neon to grey
Totaling childish fancies gone wild
Rescind these faint lines drawn too late across
My odd face, keep the bubbling ghost's at arm's length
Find a last ditch way to swallow whole
The tastings of a life below the salt
[Verse 4]
Trucks blanket Brooklyn with sheets of street salt
Shoes secrete outlines of mountainous grey
Snowdrops not yielding this winterized wholesale storm
A feasting of wool to breed wild
Sweat, wetting regrettable prints on arms
Denial, soap's gentle lies on the cross
[Verse 5]
We bear sweating plastic whiskey, eyes crossed
Cloudy rim pulsing and happy with salt
Dizzy circles blur into tow tone arms
Medicinal clicks squeeze sleep out of grey
Mourning windows, my clarity blows wild
Reasons ever forming down that black hole
[Verse 6]
You wouldn't call it that, but it's a hole
Smothering lackluster limits we cross
The prognosis clings to my mouth a while
Hurling of bottleneck wounds rubbed with salt
The chill of your love, love fading to grey
Unfolds as a serpentine race of arms
[Verse 7]
A hole in one warns me not worth his salt
Cross cut that arctic orbit as a great
Whale, wild, breaching, to hell with your wrong arms
Written by: Mary Halvorson
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