Blue On Blue
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Dance
Blue On Blue은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2003년 12월 23일일에 Skint Records에서 발매되었습니다.Devil's Advocate
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.
BPM100
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Dave Clarke
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Dave Clarke
작곡가
Jeffrey Haynes
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Dave Clarke
프로듀서
가사
Now who want beats, rhymes and ammo?
Camo-floge to try to dodge the threat at large
Lieutenant, sarge who's in charge?
Bronx hit the entourage
Charge! Cease fire, but we're fighting for peace sire
Ironic, Smith hit the flank, I'm on it
Who want it? I'm hit!
Troy helped Smith, his brain's split
I do not care, it's too hot there
He's just bait, six shots filled in his chest plate
I refuse to tempt fate
Court martial bitch 'cause you're partial
Switch! Or we'll spark ya
Who shot Troy? Peterson sir
He shouldn't've fronted on his boy
I'm the real McCoy
And there's more friendly fire to inspire
Wimp liars, I'll cut your back and pull your teeth with pliers
Watch the trip wire
Body parts all over the set
Respond in the check if you're still in effect
Steven? Still livid
Hill? Still livid
Phillips? Still livid
Pierce? Still livid
Roberts? Roberts? Williams? Fuck!
I've seen death living in the war zone
Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome
Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone
Gotta stay alive to arrive home
I've seen death living in the war zone
Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome
Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone
Gotta stay alive to arrive home
Time to regroup these troops
Maybe we should just bomb back, it's combat
They don't want that type of contact
Radio on stat, shit, the jack's broke
Black smoke make him mad choke
You're revealing our position and pissing me off
Stifle your cough
They started walking away, now they're turning to spray
You motherfucker, hope you got a fucking sermon to say
Fucking clown, now in the ground is where we're certain to lay
Gun butt to Mav's head, hope that he caps lead
The rest of you expect to hear you cheering once Mav's dead
So far we got one usable Molotov
Load and let it rip
Sir Ed is hit, Phillips is getting sick
Fuck you, I'm about to spill up two
Do or die, who am I to look up to?
Every man for himself, raise up and aim for the dome
It's time to fight for your life to go home
I've seen death living in the war zone
Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome
Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone
Gotta stay alive to arrive home
I've seen death living in the war zone
Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome
Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone
Gotta stay alive to arrive home
Soon as I gave 'em reason, they rushed and started squeezing
I couldn't bear to observe, all I heard was screaming
Fuck the fucking president, that bitch is a demon
I wept at footsteps of the enemy creeping
Back against a rock with my gun cocked
Black tears 'cause my fears got mixed with sunblock
Fellas, please, respond if you're still able to breathe
'Cause all I seen was them bullets hit trees
Pierce? Hill? Phillips?
My God, wait, hold on
Wait, please, don't shoot me man
Hey please, hold on
Please don't kill me man, I just wanna go home
For those curious of life after death
It's neither bliss nor stress
It's a quest without bones or breath
If you're at peace with your passing it's an easy road
A dimension of woe for those who can't let go
I'm the latter, still haunted by the data
Of my dreams that shattered when my blood was spattered
I recall I had a chance to advance to
A college scholarship but I couldn't spit answers
Pops fed up, me and the military met up
I didn't want to go, it was something that he set up
I guess that's what family's for, your son slain in the war
Now I'm much easier to ignore
As I stare at my remains, brains
All over the terrain, guess decisions are left on this plane
Should I heart my pop or just pop
The general that got a shotgun on purpose or not?
Or maybe kill the president that sent us here in the first place
Wanted to make it home but I'm thrown into first base
To do a final act'll send me straight to hell
It's a sin not to accept that you've left your shell
I stood at the crossroads, my options before me
Another murder story that was pondered in purgatory
Then I felt so tempted by the natural flow
That I cleared my mind and let go
I've seen death living in the war zone
Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome
Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone
Gotta stay alive to arrive home
I've seen death living in the war zone
Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome
Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone
Gotta stay alive to arrive home
I've seen death living in the war zone
Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome
Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone
Gotta stay alive to arrive home
I've seen death living in the war zone
Duck! Bullets whizzing past your dome
Stuck in the slaughter, I'll be dying alone
Gotta stay alive to arrive home
Written by: David Clarke, Jeffrey Haynes

