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Dancepack
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Dancepack foi lançado em 3 de setembro de 2013 por Jagjaguwar como parte do álbum Repave
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ÁlbumRepave
Data de lançamento3 de setembro de 2013
SeloJagjaguwar
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM111

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Chris Rosenau
Chris Rosenau
Interpretação
Daniel Spack
Daniel Spack
Interpretação
Jaime Hansen
Jaime Hansen
Interpretação
Jon Mueller
Jon Mueller
Interpretação
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Interpretação
Matthew Skemp
Matthew Skemp
Interpretação
Thomas Wincek
Thomas Wincek
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Chris Rosenau
Chris Rosenau
Composição
Daniel Spack
Daniel Spack
Composição
Jon Mueller
Jon Mueller
Composição
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Composição
Matthew Skemp
Matthew Skemp
Composição
Thomas Wincek
Thomas Wincek
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Engenharia (mixagem)
Brian Joseph
Brian Joseph
Engenharia (mixagem)
Jeff Lipton
Jeff Lipton
Engenharia (masterização)
Maria Rice
Maria Rice
Engenharia de masterização (assistente)
Volcano Choir
Volcano Choir
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

[Verse 1]
How many trees to a west end lot?
How many smokes left have you got?
I wanna stand, but I'm talking to a cop
[Verse 2]
There's piss on my boots, how'd you make it stop
The dance pack's looking for a crash pad spot
I'm all alone
I'm at the top of the pack
[Verse 3]
Lay to the people, and maid to the pines
I'll be awning that lady
I'll be riding her line, whoa
[Verse 4]
Smoking outside the Computel
[Verse 5]
I'm already never gonna fail you
[Verse 6]
Shaking in your clots
And no, they are not cataloging your thoughts
You got one kind of trouble
It's the one that's on your back
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
[Verse 7]
And you're shoveling shit, and they pay you to talk
My young little souls, unlearning to walk
Clover green
Like bravery done up like a towel sopping wet in the street
[Verse 8]
The softening blows, the blind heights
A warm winter coat, that's corn row
The softening blows, and the blind heights
That's a cold tow through the corn rows
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, and elope for the fore
Written by: Volcano Choir
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