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phases
6
Turnede
Indie Rock
phases adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Saddle Creek tarafından 12 Ağustos 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıthe end is a wave
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Çıkış Tarihi12 Ağustos 2026
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Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
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BPM125

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alexandra Levy
Alexandra Levy
Vocals, Lead Vocals, Electric Guitar
Tasy Hudson
Tasy Hudson
Drums, Percussion, Background Vocals, Vocals
Luke Temple
Luke Temple
Synthesizer, Vocals, Background Vocals
Summer Kodama
Summer Kodama
Bass Guitar
Chris Hauer
Chris Hauer
Acoustic Guitar
Felicity Decarle
Felicity Decarle
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexandra Levy
Alexandra Levy
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexandra Levy
Alexandra Levy
Producer, Recording Engineer, Cover Art
Heather Kirby
Heather Kirby
Mastering Engineer
Jonas Bonnetta
Jonas Bonnetta
Recording Engineer
Tasy Hudson
Tasy Hudson
Recording Engineer
Luke Temple
Luke Temple
Producer
Burke Reid
Burke Reid
Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

one was the benches
two was more calling
three was the space keeping me up til morning
four were the mushrooms taking over my garden
she said
i don’t want to know more if i can’t have you
promised five will be flowers (they’re the image of beauty)
i may be jaded but experience serves me
i was burning inside, i was ripe with expression
born the fruit of nature, the pit of creation
time has her way
of pulling you through
the phases of the seasons
without a solid reason to stay and see it through
somehow this feeling reminds me of painting,
itching to work on an image of something
but the colour i need is the only one missing!!
i can go downtown and get it tomorrow
then i remember on sunday’s the store’s always closed
and by the time monday rolls around i know
i'll be walking back home with the paint in my hand
and the feeling gone.
time has her way of pulling you through
the phases of the seasons
without a solid reason to stay and see it through
i miss the heavy shoulders of the tree
the clock reads 6
blurred visions of
church bells humming in the distance
unwelcomed taste on my lip
when you say something
you know it sticks
cat is baking at my feet
a little coffee in the morning
regaining focus out the window
i miss the heavy shoulders of the
trees and the lowered
gaze of the sun
bloated head of the river
falling into the screaming black of night
baby teeth and fingers floating in the water
Written by: Alexandra Levy
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