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Daisy
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Трек «Daisy» вышел в 19 февраля 2025 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Lil Chop Record Shop»)Fire! To The River
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АльбомFire! To The River
Дата релиза19 февраля 2025 г.
ЛейблLil Chop Record Shop
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
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Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM91

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Rory Allen
Rory Allen
Электрическая бас-гитара
Jack McInnes
Jack McInnes
Синтезатор
Oscar Thorpe
Oscar Thorpe
Гитара, Вокал
Finley Hills
Finley Hills
Барабаны
Charlotte Foulkes-Hannam
Charlotte Foulkes-Hannam
Саксофон
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Rory Allen
Rory Allen
Автор песен
Jack McInnes
Jack McInnes
Автор песен
Oscar Thorpe
Oscar Thorpe
Автор песен
Finley Hills
Finley Hills
Автор песен
Charlotte Foulkes-Hannam
Charlotte Foulkes-Hannam
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Nathan Ridley
Nathan Ridley
Продюсер

Слова

She undresses me with her eyes
What am I, without a long coat to look cool and mysterious?
Like all her favourite rock bands seem to wear
And I'm still getting used to waking up doused in sweat
From the fleece lined sheets you said would keep me warm
When Peter was on the blink
Icicles rain from the ceiling
Piercing through every inch of myself I thought was untouched
And as my blood pours upon the sheets
I look to all my favourite childhood movie scenes and wince
If I could just go back and tear down the movie theatre
If I could set it alight with a flame that burns just as bright
As the whites of what's left of your eyes
The flames spread to a nearby village
Burning through miles of crops for this season's harvest
Sending the sweet youth of today into a decade of famine
The weak become food and their flesh goes ever so well
With the chilli you used to make
A familiar tone hangs up from God knows where
And cycles on a tandem pushbike
Never to be seen again
And why did we have to leave London?
There's no music scene here
And you always wanted me to play the guitar like a young Frank Zappa
Too shy to perform for you
And I hate my northern accent, so I tear out my vocal chords
And spew blood all over the Caffè Nero countertop
Head upstairs to the extra seating and find myself
Staring into the eyes of men from framed stock photographs
And somehow still find more meaning
Down the river I hoped I'd see
Just one reflection of what I thought I'd be
Down the river I hoped I'd see
I'd see just one reflection of what I thought I'd be
Down, down, down
My eyes dart down the river
And all I see is your figure on the horizon
As I try to leave the table
All, all I do
All I do is find myself at your feet once again
With nothing more to say
Written by: Charlotte Foulkes-Hannam, Finley Hills, Jack McInnes, Oscar Thorpe, Rory Allen
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