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Lonely
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Lonely foi lançado em 17 de janeiro de 2025 por Fat Possum como parte do álbum Humanhood
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ÁlbumHumanhood
Data de lançamento17 de janeiro de 2025
SeloFat Possum
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM100

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Weather Station
The Weather Station
Interpretação
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Vocais principais
Marcus Paquin
Marcus Paquin
Bateria
Kieran Adams
Kieran Adams
Bateria
Ben Boye
Ben Boye
Piano
Philippe Melanson
Philippe Melanson
Bateria
Karen Ng
Karen Ng
Saxofone
Ben Whitely
Ben Whitely
Baixo
Christine Bougie
Christine Bougie
Violão
Nik Tjelios
Nik Tjelios
Saxofone
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Coprodução
Marcus Paquin
Marcus Paquin
Coprodução
Joseph Lorge
Joseph Lorge
Engenharia (mixagem)
João Carvalho
João Carvalho
Engenharia (masterização)
Julian Decorte
Julian Decorte
Engenharia (gravação)
Nik Tjelios
Nik Tjelios
Engenharia adicional

Letra

[Verse 1]
Could it be that all these
Strange feelings
All this physical pain
This wincing at your name was only
A sign of being lonely?
Could it be that it was so hard?
In a city filled with people
Passing through the eye of the needle
Passing by so close on the street
I know you felt the weight of it
Just as hard as I did, that's why I loved you so much
I understood the coldness in your touch
And why you had to go down to the lake
For hours every day
To see the swallows fly up from the waves
I understood you that way
[Bridge]
To be lonely, when everybody else says they're not
Lonely, when everybody else says they've got somebody
It's only you that's marked like me
This smudge I can't wash off
This habitual mistrust of you
The thought I can't get near to
The place I always disappear to
Something so big, I couldn't see it till it was gone
Laying there with him, something stitched in was undone
And I knew what it was not to be lonely
[Verse 2]
It don't fix everything, but I felt so changed
I could just look at the sky again
Blue and plain
New but still the same
[Verse 3]
I should have gone down
To the Southern Cross any night of the week
There it was, just a building at the end of a street
To see Felicity sing, or Robin play
Sitting at the back of the bar, your hand on my arm
A simple recipe, this medicine really
That can let anything in
That I carried with me, all this shame and darkness within
Like it don't matter, we all just sat there just letting it in
[Outro]
The song's being sung
And Thom played some dissonant run
That reminds me, somehow
Of that same knot that's come undone
Like some old wive's tale
Nobody tells you about
Just this thing that usually works
Somehow
Written by: Tamara Lindeman
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