prideは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2026年9月25日にTimmyIndependentによりリリースされましたpride - Single
BPM119
メロディック度
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アコースティック度
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ヴァランス
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ダンサビリティ
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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。
歌詞
You might hate me but
I hate you more
I want to leave you bloody on
The floor
I don't like it here, it's a bore
Never liked it here at all
Never mind "anymore"
Babbie boy blue, bleeding out, hoping that the man will bless you
Is there anything a bairn can do?
Funny how the perspective shifts when the youthful lenses clear
You ain't a mentor, you're just on a monument of fear
A snarky, failed, bitter, brittle pussy in the fat machine
Projecting insecurities on youth to keep your conscience clean
Craic on about the values that you claim to uphold
That "old fashioned" narrative
You're preaching from the pulpit that you couldn't even buy
The numbers don't lie
Then you look me in the eye
Tell me how a woman's job is
Just to spread the bread, aye?
While they're the ones in your life actually
Making all that bread
Their success is funding and keeping your dead perspectives fed
Yet you want respect from my generation?
Ya bought a house on a single wage while we're drowning in inflation
Babbie Babbie Boomers basically had life on easy mode
While we're just navigating this broken system
Taxed 20 on minimum wage
Yet you're more concerned about women cursing
When it's just the symptom
Respect is an individualistic currency
Ain't no default setting 'cause your
Hairs turned grey
You're running, running out of time, hooray
Gotta gotta be wise to be respectable
At the end of day
Am I...
Illusions of grandeur?
Illusions of grandeur?
Delusions of grandeur to you?
Am I...
Illusions of grandeur
Illusions of grandeur
Just delusions to you?
You might hate me but
I hate you more
I want to leave you bloody on
The floor
I don't like it here, it's a bore
Ya treat me like a twat
After I spat the blood and
Spilt the tea on 'Trauma'
Every press outlet that blanked
But not vanilla Mackhem indie rock
Sucking 'em off
On every radio station that I got cock blocked
I've got no mentors checking in anymore
Just keeping up my slippin' n'
Sliding of cliquey little gatekeeping circles
Killing blokes
Meant for me?
Just another no good
Broke
First class grad joke
Yeah, they told me to be humble
But humility only bought me a bunch of disrespect
Did attempt to bow my head
But all that it ever fed was
Leaving my spirit so spent
So piss off modesty
It never felt so good to be thinking so small,
Mahh
Ego is my best mate, the only pal who'd answer when I'd call
You people are never satisfied
Your morals are a twisted game
Of cat and mouse that's tranquillised
You dread the taboo of the rope, but throw a party when the baby came
Baby shower or a funeral, you're worshiping the same decay
Pretentious holy rollers praying just to wash the dirt away
I hate your plastic steeples and the judgment in your pious eyes
If being humble means I sink to you, I'd rather let the ego rise
Than pray for the day they take me away
Wanting earthly pleasures when you finally close your eyes?
Death is for some peace and quiet
Not some greedy blokes paradise
Am I...
Illusions of grandeur?
Illusions of grandeur?
Delusions of grandeur to you?
Am I...
Illusions of grandeur?
Illusions of grandeur?
Just delusional to you?
Owning
Grandiose delusions darling
Lusting
Grandiose delusions that terrify (you)
You might hate me but
I hate you more
I want to leave you bloody on
The floor
I don't like it here, it's a bore
A kingdom built from nout so
The castle walls are
Cold and never proud
It feels like i'm losing the world, just to gain a crowd
Every face I ever loved left in the rearview sun
Loyalty like blood, but you can all go do one 'cause
I'm done paying taxes on holding lines
That you've chosen not to keep
Now the trajectory is beautiful, but the loneliness is deep
You might hate me but
I hate you more
I want to leave you bloody on
The floor
I don't like it here, it's a bore
I am
Illusions of grandeur?
Illusions of grandeur?
Delusions of grandeur to you?
Mmmm...
Illusions of grandeur?
Illusions of grandeur?
Just delusional to you?
Lusting
Till it all comes true now darling
Why's your ego so
Surface level
Shit scared of heights
I hate that about you
You might hate me but
I hate you more
I want to leave you bloody on
The floor
I don't like it here, it's a bore
Written by: Timothy Brian Leonard
