Kill the Switch은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2004년 1월 6일일에 Circle Takes the Square에서 발매되었습니다.As the Roots Undo
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.
가사
Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms
As in, "Oh yeah, I'm doing fine"
As I've found a most endearing psychosis
Somewhere out there, there's a thrill, I swear
Desperate as I am, I just can't strip bare and bleed
The only purity I've known
But I lay with reason
Found logic conceived in a walk with skin
I sleep with reason, producing these monsters
Under painted catcalls as in temptation
Yeah, there's a key to be in
But there's no shade, no shade to blame
Waterfalls in a cool gray
And the struggle is colored gray this day
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane
This is your picture plane in central neutral gray
Absinthe to slight the pain
This world's this worst-case color scheme
Streaks of oil stain
Stained the road he crawled on homeward
Oh yeah, oh yeah, he killed the switch, with some unwieldy gauge
Absence and light remains
I lay with reason, so logic, and reap in a walk with sin
El sueño razon produce monstruos
When does this dream end? Now I've missed another whole season
I've missed the fall; clearly, it's fallen
On this land, as fields once green are ochre now
This is no dream, trees have turned to skeleton
This is no dream, roots teased and knotted
Just below the surface skin of ground
Stitched between the Earth and the sky
Struggling to hold it down
Sometimes to realize, you've gotta lose track, lose track of sight
Blurring my vision makes it clear the tiny moving parts make up the whole
The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride
I cry in the shade that it offers, the only shelter I've known
When does this dream end? When does this dream end?
This is no dream, this is the walking, living, breathing caricature of a memory
Shamelessly, I cave in to temptation of creation
But still, my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane
Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral gray
Absinthe to slight the pain
This world's this worst-case color scheme
Streaks of oil stain
Stained the road he crawled on homeward
Oh yeah, oh yeah, he killed the switch, with some unwieldy gauge
Absence and light remains
Life is lowly anonymity
In death, a noble pose, a Marat David
Tell me, who wouldn't give their lives
For such a soapbox to die behind
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity
In the space of a smile, I found sleep
As in sorrow, so shall ye reap
Reap the promised end to the struggle
Reap every point on our linear path
Reap the smiles in time we borrow
Every harvest relies on the last
Reap the promising song of the sparrow
That they learned from the birth of the sea
Silenced by the threnody of the crows
Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree
But I witnessed in all this silence, one soul's definition of beauty
And a backlit smile so temporary, facade so rich with evil history
Cast in direct opposition, set to overwhelm his moment to shine and sleep
Came out on top of what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still
Every breath as in sorrow
Reap the promised end to this path
By every image that we borrow
Every harvest depends on the past
Subdivide in factions, our linear forever
We subdivide our waking hours to sleep
While guilty eyes turn toward a porch light
Enlightenment is losing sight
Somewhere out there, there's a thrill, I swear
In this low-light town, when my shift begins, the streets reflecting
Yellow, yellow, yellow, in the vacancy that overwhelms
Red, red, red, your vehicle, the color of expansion
Open up (Open up), open up
The latter just a thought to thrill me
Knock, knock, knock (Knock, knock, knock), knock, knock, knock
The latter just a thought to thrill me
Red is a four-letter word, four-letter invitation
Now my head is locked in the direction of the Sun
In the direction of the Sun
In the direction of the Sun
Now my head is locked in the direction of the Sun
In the direction of the Sun
Life is lowly anonymity
In death, a noble pose, a Marat David
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives
For such a soapbox to leave behind
I know it's all been done before
I want to do it again
I know it's all been done before
Life is lowly anonymity
In death, a noble pose, a Marat David
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity
In the space of a smile, I found sleep
I know it's all been done before
I want to do it again, I want to do it again
I know it's all been done before
I want to do it again, I want to do it again
I know it's all been done before
I want to do it again, I want to do it again
Life is lowly anonymity
In death, a noble pose, a Marat David
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity
In stillness, absence, sorrow
In silence, I pick sorrow
In stillness, absence, sorrow
This night our journey's through the dark
Kill the switch, kill the switch, a welcome comatose
Tonight, we journey, this night, our journey's through the dark
Kill the switch, kill the switch, a welcome comatose
Tonight, we journey, this night, our journey's through the dark
Kill the switch, kill the switch, a welcome comatose
Tonight, we journey, this night, our journey's through the dark
Kill the switch, kill the switch, a welcome comatose
Tonight, we journey, this night, our journey's through the dark
This night, our journey's through the dark
This night, our journey's through the dark
This night, our journey's through the dark
As in sorrow
So shall ye weep
As in reason
So shall ye sleep
As in sorrow
So shall ye weep
As in reason
So shall ye sleep
Written by: Andrew William Speziale, Jason Robert Wynne, Kathleen Elizabeth Coppola
