뮤직 비디오
The Comet Is Coming의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
The Comet Is Coming
실연자
Kae Tempest
보컬
Danalogue
신시사이저
Max Hallett
드럼
Shabaka Hutchings
테너 색소폰
Granny
바이올린
작곡 및 작사
Kae Tempest
송라이터
Danalogue
작곡가
Max Hallett
작곡가
Shabaka Hutchings
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Danalogue
프로듀서
Max Hallett
프로듀서
Kristian Craig Robinson
레코딩 엔지니어
Daddy Kev
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
All the many corpses begin to speak
What ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore
It is too late for pleading white picket dreams
Print you off, the shemps, the world is shrinking
Rooted in a trivial concern, in interconnectedness
In the need to make face and keep up
And drown out the many voices within
Imagine a culture that has, at its root
A more soulful connection to land and to loved ones
But I can hear the lie before you speak
There is nothing but progress to eat
And we are so fat and so hungry
And the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van
While the white shirt and tie in the tube car, distractional picture
Pictures of beer and guilt about urges
Sexual distrust and abandoned to nothingness
Give me something I can nail myself to
Give me a sharply-dressed talking head
Who has something about them I trust and despise
And what of it, anyway? These windows don't open
They were designed to stay closed
Shower, smoothie, coffee, commute
Check the internet, never stop, never stop
There is a scar on the soul of the world and it needs you to look
The blood of the past is here, it remains
The blood of the murders, the bodies like sacks leaking brain
All stacked, chest aback on the planes, it remains
To acknowledge without guilt, to accept without condition
And to listen when other people tell you how you have behaved
Truth is, it's for us to feel and be moved
But I hear the clatter of bone against steel, it is coming
It will not be stilled, it is there
In the air, scorched white
The reflection of sunlight on glass bouncing back into sunlight
And glass bouncing back, industrialized
Denial, business as usual
So roll your eyes, shake your head, turn away and call me names
I'm okay with that, too proud
Unable to listen, we keep speaking
Moted by blood, unable to notice ourselves
Unable to stop and unwilling to learn
Writer(s): Shabaka Hutchings, Kate Tempest, Daniel Leavers, Maxwell Bruno Hallet
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