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AUTOMATIC
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Трек «AUTOMATIC» вышел в 29 августа 2025 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Naive»)LIVE-ACTION
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АльбомLIVE-ACTION
Дата релиза29 августа 2025 г.
ЛейблNaive
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Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM111

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Барабаны
Lalah Hathaway
Lalah Hathaway
Вокал (хорал)
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brock Walsh
Brock Walsh
Композитор
Mark Goldemberg
Mark Goldemberg
Композитор
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Аранжировщик
Lalah Hathaway
Lalah Hathaway
Аранжировщик вокала
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Продюсер
Sebastian White
Sebastian White
Графический дизайн
Alex de Turk
Alex de Turk
Мастеринг-инженер
Alex de Jong
Alex de Jong
Миксинг-инженер
Orlando Pinder
Orlando Pinder
Фотография
Phil Beaudreau
Phil Beaudreau
Инженер записи вокала

Слова

[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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