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Tanagra
8
Underground Rap
Tanagra was released on August 29, 2025 by Sound Of Salt as a part of the album Mourning In Angst
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
LabelSound Of Salt
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mournst
Mournst
Performer
Dylan Zachariah Ross
Dylan Zachariah Ross
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Zachariah Ross
Dylan Zachariah Ross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mournst
Mournst
Producer
Dylan Zachariah Ross
Dylan Zachariah Ross
Producer

Lyrics

The lines in your face are road maps to places
Memories can fade but leave behind traces
Empty black type writer ink ribbon cases
As soon as I throw it away, its off to the races
Adaptation to living at slow paces
Embrace imperfection on an ever-changing basis
So ten toes, heels dug in the pavement
Rolling with the ability to make changes
Moving, something adjustment-adjacent
A reload backspin, back to rotation
Try not to fall in love with the what-if
The what-could-have-been if you could have remained patient
Lost in a haze of miscommunication
Lost opportunity to enjoy the occasion
Lost track of time, by my calculation
The last train of the night just left the station
The horse track odds look nice to me
So many dreams, only not enough time to sleep
By any means, every night just grind, repeat
Beats trying not to cry in designer sheets
Look at you, I feel like I need to correct my posture
Life is like a movie, a production of the archers
Look at you, I feel like I need to go write an opera
Fifty, but you still look like a tanagra
All of
The stars at night
All waiting with anticipation
What I will do
A string thrown
Around the moon
Implied a lofty expectation
A gift to you
I got everything I could want. Not good enough
Can't stop being fixated on what I could have done
Up at dawn, feel like I can feel a cold coming on
Running on empty, coming up with another one
Got everything I could ever want, still want more
Can't stop feeling fixated on feeling done for
Think beyond reason for something to get up for
Tracing the shape of your face, all of the contours
Eyebrows, cheeks, nose bridge, and laugh lines
Cut me to the core and prevented having a bad time
Agonised over the appetite of a hunger, never satisfied
Only for seconds I sit and wonder
In dark room, drafty, swiftly, eyes drifty
Came over here from the colonies in the sixties
Love me, and try to explain the reason you miss me
Paint thinner, all on the ceiling inside the sistine
The horse track odds look nice to me
So many dreams, only not enough time to sleep
By any means, every night just grind, repeat
Beats trying not to cry in these designer sheets
Look at you, I feel like I need to correct my posture
Life is like a movie, a production of the archers
Look at you, I feel like I need to go write an opera
Fifty, but you still look like a tanagra
All of
The stars at night
All waiting with anticipation
What I will do
A string thrown
Around the moon
Implied a lofty expectation
A gift to you
Written by: Dylan Zachariah Ross
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