メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器(ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど)に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM93
ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aesop Rock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Bavitz
Songwriter
Tony Simon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blockhead
Producer
Cryptic
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
Put one up for Shackle Me Not, clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick, poking your patience (Poking your patience)
Y'all catch a thirty second flash visual
Dirty cooperative med platoon
Bloom, head trip split ridiculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation fuck-up
With trickle-down, anti-hero smack (Kraken!)
I pace my game for zero-hour completion cretin (Splash)
Duke of early retirement picket dream
American Nightmare hogging the screen
"I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
If you'd stop following me 'round the jungle gym"
Now it's honor, and I spell it with the H I stole from heritage
Merit crutched on the wretched refuse
From my teeming resonance
I promise, tempest tossed breed with a bleeding conscience
See, the creed accents responsive
But my spores divorced the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow) Yeah, the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags to rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs (You won't be laughing)
Then I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em
His origami dream is beautiful
But man, those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
Slacker-bound intimate tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, enter dead time engulfed
Divvy crumbs for the better souls
With seven deadly stains, adhere the blame to crystal conscience
The result's a lowlife countin' on one hand what he's accomplished
(Okay) Link me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating cenobite pendragon
I hock spores coursed for the morbid
Spreading of mad men (Alley gospel)
Sinking your Lincoln-Log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could, zig-zag and zig 'em again
For the badge dreams sparkle in my brick wall windows
Another thick installment of one night in Gotham
Without the wretched "Houston, we have a problem"
Attached to the festive batch of city goblins
Who split holiday freaks on a box cut cinema high road bellow
Head gripped, watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Where all fiddler crabs congregate
And get pampered for bickering
Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman
You only call her a bitch 'cause she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests (Nope)
Or maybe you're just an asshole
Who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire Peter pacifism pegging threshold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black upon vigils
Here to Duck Hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels (Pick apart the pixels)
I got a friend of polar nature, and it's all peace
You and I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain, this cat is askin' if I've seen his bit of lost passion
I told him, "Yeah" But only when I pedaled past him
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
Written by: Ian Bavitz, Tony Simon


