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Algorithmic Whispers
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Folk-Rock
Algorithmic Whispers foi lançado em 16 de janeiro de 2026 por sonaBLAST! Records como parte do álbum Algorithmic Whispers - Single
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Data de lançamento16 de janeiro de 2026
SelosonaBLAST! Records
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM117

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Ben Sollee
Ben Sollee
Interpretação
Eric Webb
Eric Webb
Violão
Bradley Morse
Bradley Morse
Baixo
Kevin Matthews
Kevin Matthews
Bateria
Spencer Frederick Zweifel
Spencer Frederick Zweifel
Teclados
Brandon Coleman
Brandon Coleman
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Ben Sollee
Ben Sollee
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Aaron Youngberg
Aaron Youngberg
Engenharia (mixagem)
Justin Perkins
Justin Perkins
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

Well, I left you a note, I wrote it by hand
So you’d know I was real, not some Peter Pan
Who never grows old, Yeah, I’m the real thing
I’m the hand you can hold, the song you can sing
‘Cause now adays It’s hard to tell
The algorithmic whispers from your voice on the phone
There’s a piece of our souls trapped in silicone
The Memory of Old Jack’s snother piece of code
If you can’t trust your eyes
What’s the use in lookin’
If you can’t tell the lies
From the truthin’
Is it only a dream?
Standin’ at the mirror, frustrated and confused
This could not be her body, no, she won’t be fooled
So, she bought all the makeup, tried on the clothes
Hit the gym everyday, but you know change comes slow
So, she folds herself into a false mold
A distortion of light puttin’ time on hold
‘Cause she longs to be beautiful
She yearns to be seen
So what if it’s a filter, so what if it’s a machine
If you can’t trust your eyes
What’s the use in lookin’
If you can’t tell the lies
From the truthin’
Is it only a dream?
Only a dream
But it ain’t nothin’ new, it was a matter of time
Used to gaze in the well, now we scroll online
I ain’t no wicked witch, I ain’t no straw man
But it’s awfully tempting to give in to the fantasy
Of your long embrace
To see you walk through door
A fugitive from the grave
I know it’s wrong, it’s probably a mistake
It’s not a key it’s a code to God’s pearly gates
If you can’t trust your eyes
What’s the use in lookin’
If you can’t tell the lies
From the truthin’
Is it only a dream?
Only dream
Written by: Ben Sollee
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