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Off the Grid
Punk
Utwór Off the Grid został wydany 27 kwietnia 2020 przez rad-pop. records jako część albumu Cabin Fever - EP
album cover
Data wydania27 kwietnia 2020
Wytwórniarad-pop. records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM118

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neal Karkhanis
Neal Karkhanis
Songwriter
Eric Taft
Eric Taft
Songwriter
Paul Martinez
Paul Martinez
Songwriter
Owen Brinser
Owen Brinser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Taft
Eric Taft
Producer

Tekst Utworu

And the sound of the dial tone is playin’ on and on
I’ve got a thousand friends, but I’ve never met any of em
So disconnected, it’s reflected in the way we’ve become
Follow and give me a like and don’t forget to subscribe
I get a dozen phone calls a day from a robot in Idaho
With information on a credit card that I’ve never owned
How’d you get my number? Take me off your list
And the sound of the dial tone is playin’ on and on
I’d die just to go off the grid
And make room for these thoughts in my head
Throw my phone in the pool and watch it sink down down down
Disconnect it all, it’s making me sick
Pull the plug, I’m too dependent on it
Bury me in the ground and watch me fall off the grid
The number you’re trying to reach is always screening your calls
It’s nothing personal, I’m a little anxious is all
I get no comfort in knowing you’re just a phone call away
But the sound of the dial tone is playin’ on and on
I’d die just to go off the grid
And make room for these thoughts in my head
Throw my phone in the pool and watch it sink down down down
Disconnect it all, it’s making me sick
Pull the plug, I’m too dependent on it
Bury me in the ground and watch me fall off the grid
Maybe I’ve just had enough
Maybe oughta toughen up
Maybe I don’t have it in me to compare with everyone
Isn't there another way
I don’t wanna face today again, again
I’d die just to go off the grid
And make room for these thoughts in my head
Throw my phone in the pool and watch it sink down down down
Disconnect it all, it’s making me sick
Pull the plug, I’m too dependent on it
Bury me in the ground and watch me fall off the grid
Isn't there another way
I don't want to face today again
Written by: Eric Taft, Neal Karkhanis, Owen Brinser, Paul Martinez
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