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AUTOMATIC
2363
W trasie
Dance
Utwór AUTOMATIC został wydany 29 sierpnia 2025 przez Naive jako część albumu LIVE-ACTION
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Data wydania29 sierpnia 2025
WytwórniaNaive
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM111

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Drums
Lalah Hathaway
Lalah Hathaway
Chant Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brock Walsh
Brock Walsh
Composer
Mark Goldemberg
Mark Goldemberg
Composer
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Arranger
Lalah Hathaway
Lalah Hathaway
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Producer
Sebastian White
Sebastian White
Graphic Design
Alex de Turk
Alex de Turk
Mastering Engineer
Alex de Jong
Alex de Jong
Mixing Engineer
Orlando Pinder
Orlando Pinder
Photography
Phil Beaudreau
Phil Beaudreau
Vocal Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
Look what you're doing to me
I'm utterly at your whim
All of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me
With its X-ray vision
All systems run aground
[PreChorus]
All I can manage to push from my lips is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak winds up locked in a circuitry
[Chorus]
They tell me
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down, down, down
Automatic
Automatic
[Verse 2]
What is this madness
That makes my motor run
And my legs too weak to stand?
I go from sadness to exhilaration
Like a robot at your command
[PreChorus]
My hands perspire and shake like a leaf
Up and down goes my temperature
I summon doctors to get some relief
But they tell me there is no cure
[Chorus]
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down, down, down
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
[Verse 3]
Look what you're doing to me
I'm utterly at your whim
All of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me
With its X-ray vision
And all systems run aground
[Verse 4]
All I can manage to push from my lips is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak winds up locked in a circuitry
Written by: Brock Walsh, Mark Goldemberg
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