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Interlude (Funeral)
Alternative Rap
Interlude (Funeral) was released on November 28, 2025 by House of Larrikin as a part of the album For All We Know - EP
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Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelHouse of Larrikin
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleep In The Shine
Sleep In The Shine
Performer
Harry Dean Lewis
Harry Dean Lewis
Keyboards
Jürgen Schallauer
Jürgen Schallauer
Bass Guitar
Carmine Nicely
Carmine Nicely
Vocals
Alexander Boulton
Alexander Boulton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harry Dean Lewis
Harry Dean Lewis
Lyrics
Harry Dean Singleton Lewis
Harry Dean Singleton Lewis
Songwriter
Carmine Nicely
Carmine Nicely
Songwriter
Alexander Boulton
Alexander Boulton
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Dean Lewis
Harry Dean Lewis
Producer
Tobias Wöhrer
Tobias Wöhrer
Mastering Engineer
Florian Jauker
Florian Jauker
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(It didn't take long before the three frogs realised
They couldn't just throw her away
She was more than just a dead frog to them
She was family)
(Time to recuperate)
(Hear ye, hear ye from Landmass County
In the green corner
The former heavyweight champion of the pond)
Bitch we back ready to sticky the track
Whether luscious, or the lack there of
Off in the brushes
On the map red dots
Where lovers squabble
The facts don’t matter, they hobble
It’s hard to handle, but she’s gone
Headstones are up in the garden
Nomenclatures for the ways I cope excessive tropes
Figurative alchemy in words I write to let it go
My lips too loose to keep the truth inside
Rain barrels overflowed, then fertilized
Grounds I once kept dry
Ooh some night
I feel like nothing's here
Caught in denial
Broke my pain
And bought these changes
Big bag pills now my ego, dangerous
Spilling all this pond water
Frog's dehydrated
Let’s have a taste
Shit, yall tasting tasteless
God damn where you gone
Why you have to leave
I guess you got your peace you wanted all along
No more you no more we
There was 4 now there's 3
Oh shit
Is that you flying up in that spaceship
Star dust, and pond scum too high to Ribbit
Don’t drive, we swim
A new pond did it
Took a lil leap of faith and now we croaking
Green-skinned mothafucker
On our legs they choking
Ooh some night
I feel like nothings here
Caught in denial
Ooh you don't want to know where this pond is,
Too many lily-pads that are sunken
Soon many more of us will be jumpin'
Spoon feeding from the 'burbs to the marshes
(Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit)
Written by: Alexander Boulton, Carmine Nicely, Harry Dean Singleton Lewis
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