First Bite
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얼터너티브 랩
First Bite은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2017년 12월 15일일에 High Focus Records에서 발매되었습니다.Laminated Cakes
멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM84
뮤직 비디오
뮤직 비디오
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Jam Baxter
실연자
Ed Scissor
실연자
GhostTown
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Frankie Teardrop
작곡가
Jacob Lloyd
작사가 겸 작곡가
Thomas Hawkins
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
GhostTown
프로듀서
가사
Yeah
Laminate the evidence
Present it to your friends like a salivating replicant
Steer around the fear for now
Sweep the sky, clear the ground
Cheering crowds greet the demons peering out my ear canal
Abseiling
Watch the flesh deflate
Heavens full of billboards and cosmetics, check your face
Silver spoon eyes warp reflections, I pressed the brakes
And skidded into Las Vegas gambling my flesh for fake fur
Heard it's kicking off on channel One Thousand
Headbutt the buttons let the claret run down them
And they wonder why we're racking up powders
And spending every Saturday on planet Mush mouthless
'Clean up on aisle four, smile more kiddiewinks'
Scream the flabby villains slipping valis in their fizzy drinks
You'll never see the city bling
Skinny skin stocked up and cotched down
Drug trial guinea pigs
The ripples of the sun mat glitter in the mud trap
Some limp bodies littered in the cinematic skuzzmash
Birth of the fireflies, dawn of the flying ants
The scourge of the quiet life bursts out the greyhound tracks
Butterflies melting on a plastic plate
Cryogenic power lapse curdling like crème brûlées
Scissortongue the Bladerunner pacing in your kitchen dorm
Laminating cakes until the platter sparks a thunderstorm
Splattering, preheat to gas mark heavenly
A head of steam at the seven seas, as the weather speaks
Words over masses of water, bodies of land
Where the bodies that embody the folly got up and ran
Watch
Keep running 'cus the lesser scene sentence seems ever poignant
When the Devil's words rattle in your head
Everything and nothing in a cataclysmic curdle off
Pound the subject full of violent sermons 'till the squirming stops
So save the first bite
You could never get your words right
I seem 'em drilling holes in their pubescent souls
Heads spinning in the searchlights
Drill 'em out, drill 'em out
Find the remnants in your mind, drill 'em out
'Cus the sentiments that dribble from your rotten gums ain't worth the spittle in your mouth
Babysitting addicts in a bird cage
Pop a stuffed dog atop the turrets to deter strays
And her name was an earthquake that shook a shit ton of sharp tools out my workspace
Ice cold discotheque, I arrive dressed to kill
With extra drills to drain the boiling fluid when the pressure builds
Down and out in Recklessville
My special skills were balancing a bowling ball above my head and getting ill
Still
Check the gag reflex
A devil with a checkered flag selling that repress
Is chilling at the finish
To high five the winning snail
His body smelled freedom, his brain stem was still in jail
Locked up in suede shoes, dancing to a skipping beat
The village freak
He would bite the bullets, they would chip his teeth
And that was the arrangement
Diamond tips drilling deep down into the pavement
Twisting up the spinning streets
Life from the bitter deep shines on these city streets
And tessellates somewhere in the lives that these villains lead
And I can see them in my fog lights
Clashing on the facets of my seance, let the proton packs lock lines
It feels like the end of the world
When the demons grabbed the pen and made the sentences curl
Leave the shimmers on the surface and join me on the panic station
There's space for every captive waiting
Beacons on the jetty bleed gasses from the crunching of the levers to the death machine
Funneled to your deathly dreams
As the summers in the cemetery are waning
Sniff the fumes of flaming rubbish that the undercurrents came with
(Give 'em here)
Finger in a velvet sack of gemstones
After dinner [entertainment planets on a fresh gnome?]
Before man was everything
That's why your flesh grows
Let's go
Pack a sledgehammer for the headstones
So save the first bite
You could never get your words right
I seem 'em drilling holes in their pubescent souls
Heads spinning in the searchlights
Drill 'em out, drill 'em out
Find the remnants in your mind, drill 'em out
'Cus the sentiments that dribble from your rotten gums ain't worth the spittle in your mouth
Written by: Frankie Teardrop, Jacob Lloyd, Thomas Hawkins


