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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
"I mean music is like the, almost the prime vehicle for nostalgia"
One more?
Oh dude, this has gotta be Brothers In Arms or some shit
Yeah, you know what, when you say shit like that it's always right
It's been a while since you felt this way
Feels like just a couple months, and you'll be the same
But if you give it time, that moment realized
You won't accompany yourself 'til you hit the grave
You've been a product of nostalgia
Treat a core memory like a Valium
Flashbacks, FOMO for the past
You didn't wanna go, and know it's wrapped up
Keep breathing
(You keep breathing)
You're seething
I feel that memory relapse
You'd see it
(You keep seeing)
It's pretend
You place your bets on pretense
I never want it to end unless I'm deep in the bends
I'll message all of my friends, can't get the grip to hit send
I fold and then I start spending, grease to tablet, my pen slid
Take a photo, relentless, then I take it again
You won't get it, in a minute it'll hit you hard
Keep that song finished, with it maybe you can spit some bars
With that you listen, listen, listen, try to change some parts
Then you revisit many visions that are miles apart
(You keep breathing)
(You keep seeing)
It's been a while since you- "This'll teach ya!"
Feels like just a couple months, and you'll be the same
But if you give it time, that moment realized
You won't accompany yourself 'til you hit the grave
"Hahahahaha!"
Feels like just a couple months, and you'll be the same
But if you give it time, that moment realized
You won't accompany yourself 'til you hit the grave
Exiled in the middle of a trash heap
Understand how you could get a little rowdy
That child had a vision in the sound, see
He would pass out if the room was getting crowded
You wanted something, and you found it
Break away the moment that you are around it
I look back on those moments like I rewound it
Maybe if I did it better I'd be out, shit
You found it silly to put stuff in your lungs
You had a taste of it just once and said you'd do it for fun
And now it's passive how you do it, try your hardest to run
I can't recall the last moment that I felt like I won, maybe 'cus
It's been a while since I've felt this way
Felt like just a couple months, and I'll be the same
But if I give it time, that moment realized
I won't accompany myself, 'til I hit the grave
It's been a while since you felt this way
Feels like just a couple months, and you'll be the same
But if you give it time, that moment realized
You won't accompany yourself 'til you hit the grave
(You'd let it go)
(Please take control)
(You'd let it go)
(Please take control)
You would wait a couple minutes trying to not be late
Chalking up the indecision to a vision of fate
Every passive ill-conclusion wasn't nothing to break
'Cus in the past you never knew what you had wanted to say
In a messed up way you're happy
Try to find what fear you're lacking
With a right mind, take it all and change your life
(You'd let it go)
(Please take control)
"You know what? I'm really quite happy right now"
(You'd let it go)
(Please take control)
October seventh, handed off to the rest
April 11th, lot of jealousy to get off your chest
It's August 23rd, dropping it, the weight on your head
December second, feeling's doubled, pass it on to the next
Fourth of July, talking to her, bottled all of the stress
September fifth you had to tell her you'd been trying your best
On May fifth a stupid twist made you 180 your friends
November second, you'd indulge in it, it hit you direct
On March 20th freaking out, thinkin' you might be dead
Bring in October, life's changing, trip on all that you've said
The next June got you weeping, breaking shit on your desk
Into November, bad decisions motivated by sex
April to December next, just a blur to the rest
I've calmed down now, mind and body feeling distressed
These moments flashing by relentless, put nostalgia in debt
When I talk to you, ain't something that I'll fucking forget, bitch!
"Fucking shit-cock, show yourself!"
"Shit-cock?! AHH! OH MY GOD-"
Written by: Robert Finlow

