Feedback
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Feedbackは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2004年11月9日にEssential Media GroupによりリリースされましたTime Travelin' Couch
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。
BPM92
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
Toothpick
Performer
Gary Philips
Electric Guitar
Doug Ray
Lead Vocals
Duke Mushroom
Percussion
The Freshmaka
Trombone
Kaz Gamble
Drum Programming
Moe Roberts
Drums
DJ Deetalx
Turntables
Pete Levin
Piano
Samfir
Wind Instrument
Bubs Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Hollander
Songwriter
Doug Ray
Songwriter
David Schommer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Hollander
Producer
Gary Philips
Producer
Rick Pantoja
Mastering Engineer
David Schommer
Producer
歌詞
The inmates are runnin' the asylum, they're out in the streets
And now we can't find 'em even though we tried to hide 'em
And throw away the keys
Some of those cuckoos are just like me
The inmates are runnin' the asylum, they're out in the streets
And now we can't find 'em even though we tried to hide 'em
And throw away the keys
Some of those cuckoos are just like me
I think this blanket is a force field in the Hall of Justice
To shield me from the truth, now I'm scared for these youngsters
Growin' up with all this bad news at their fingertips
When I was young, I didn't know shit, didn't give a shit
But now it's war, mysterious disease, crashin' economy
Buildings fallin' down in my city, it's right in front of me
I can't get a job without my name on my shirt
Try to sell dope to pay rent, but it just don't work
(Houston) This is Toothpick, we have a problem
Hate washed away the love in the streets of Gotham
I'm with Peter Parker, Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne
We in the Batplane on the way to take away the pain
I said, why cry? You were born to fly
Time stands still when we roll by
As for you, true, what do we do?
I'll be in Metropolis singin' midnight blues
Now my generation's gonna grow up to be president
When record executives become rest home residents
The world is upside down, at least for now
I've been standin' on my head ever since I found out
So get a good look at your friends, look at your neighbors
Solicit documentation of erratic behavior
But who decides who's legit and who's crazy?
Are you incapacitated by drugs or just lazy?
And just maybe that man really fell from the sky
When you tried to tell your parents and they said that you lied
Now time goes by and life stands still
And the question is, what's in your head and what's real?
I said, why cry? You were born to fly
Time stands still when we roll by
As for you, true, what do we do?
I'll be in Metropolis singin' midnight blues
Why cry? You were born to fly
Time stands still when we roll by
As for you, true, what do we do?
I'll be on Capitol Hill singin' midnight blues
Doctor, they're escaping
The authorities have all been sedated
Come on, we on a world tour, hittin' the streets, ready to rock
It's Toothpick, Captain Kirk and Dr. Spock
Fuck Rent-a-Ride, we in the Enterprise, I got shotty
No sad goodbyes televised, so beam me up, Scotty
Comb the streets, strapped with a photon phaser
Particle decelerator, check your punk ass later
Now the space invader tried to stamp out the cash crop
Made friends with the aliens and got 'em to stop clocks
They took me for a ride in the spaceship, damn
I gotta get back to Earth so I can do my thang
I said, why cry? You were born to fly
Time stands still when we roll by
As for you, true, what do we do?
I'll be on Capitol Hill singin' midnight blues
Why cry? You were born to fly
Time stands still when we roll by
As for you, true, what do we do?
I'll be in the Milky Way singin' midnight blues
The inmates are runnin' the asylum, they're out in the streets
And now we can't find 'em even though we tried to hide 'em
And throw away the keys
Some of those cuckoos are just like me
The inmates are runnin' the asylum, they're out in the streets
And now we can't find 'em even though we tried to hide 'em
And throw away the keys
Some of those cuckoos are just like me
Written by: David Schommer, Doug Ray, Samuel Hollander


