First Bite
96
Alternative Rap
First Bite 由 High Focus Records 于 2017年12月15日 发行,作为专辑“ ”的一部分。Laminated Cakes
旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记,是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
衡量一首歌曲对不插电乐器(例如钢琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、萨克斯)而非电子或数字合成的依赖程度
Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分,传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应,而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
舞蹈性
综合各种因素,包括节奏的稳定性、节奏模式和节拍重点,来确定一首歌曲是否适合跳舞。一首“适合跳舞”的歌曲可能具有稳定的节奏、重复的音乐结构和强烈的重拍。
能量
曲目的感知强度,可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富,而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
BPM84
制作
出演艺人
Jam Baxter
表演者
Ed Scissor
表演者
GhostTown
表演者
作曲和作词
Frankie Teardrop
作曲家
Jacob Lloyd
词曲作者
Thomas Hawkins
词曲作者
制作和工程
GhostTown
制作人
歌词
Yeah
Laminate the evidence
Present it to your friends like a salivating replicant
Steer around the fear for now
Sweep the sky, clear the ground
Cheering crowds greet the demons peering out my ear canal
Abseiling
Watch the flesh deflate
Heavens full of billboards and cosmetics, check your face
Silver spoon eyes warp reflections, I pressed the brakes
And skidded into Las Vegas gambling my flesh for fake fur
Heard it's kicking off on channel One Thousand
Headbutt the buttons let the claret run down them
And they wonder why we're racking up powders
And spending every Saturday on planet Mush mouthless
'Clean up on aisle four, smile more kiddiewinks'
Scream the flabby villains slipping valis in their fizzy drinks
You'll never see the city bling
Skinny skin stocked up and cotched down
Drug trial guinea pigs
The ripples of the sun mat glitter in the mud trap
Some limp bodies littered in the cinematic skuzzmash
Birth of the fireflies, dawn of the flying ants
The scourge of the quiet life bursts out the greyhound tracks
Butterflies melting on a plastic plate
Cryogenic power lapse curdling like crème brûlées
Scissortongue the Bladerunner pacing in your kitchen dorm
Laminating cakes until the platter sparks a thunderstorm
Splattering, preheat to gas mark heavenly
A head of steam at the seven seas, as the weather speaks
Words over masses of water, bodies of land
Where the bodies that embody the folly got up and ran
Watch
Keep running 'cus the lesser scene sentence seems ever poignant
When the Devil's words rattle in your head
Everything and nothing in a cataclysmic curdle off
Pound the subject full of violent sermons 'till the squirming stops
So save the first bite
You could never get your words right
I seem 'em drilling holes in their pubescent souls
Heads spinning in the searchlights
Drill 'em out, drill 'em out
Find the remnants in your mind, drill 'em out
'Cus the sentiments that dribble from your rotten gums ain't worth the spittle in your mouth
Babysitting addicts in a bird cage
Pop a stuffed dog atop the turrets to deter strays
And her name was an earthquake that shook a shit ton of sharp tools out my workspace
Ice cold discotheque, I arrive dressed to kill
With extra drills to drain the boiling fluid when the pressure builds
Down and out in Recklessville
My special skills were balancing a bowling ball above my head and getting ill
Still
Check the gag reflex
A devil with a checkered flag selling that repress
Is chilling at the finish
To high five the winning snail
His body smelled freedom, his brain stem was still in jail
Locked up in suede shoes, dancing to a skipping beat
The village freak
He would bite the bullets, they would chip his teeth
And that was the arrangement
Diamond tips drilling deep down into the pavement
Twisting up the spinning streets
Life from the bitter deep shines on these city streets
And tessellates somewhere in the lives that these villains lead
And I can see them in my fog lights
Clashing on the facets of my seance, let the proton packs lock lines
It feels like the end of the world
When the demons grabbed the pen and made the sentences curl
Leave the shimmers on the surface and join me on the panic station
There's space for every captive waiting
Beacons on the jetty bleed gasses from the crunching of the levers to the death machine
Funneled to your deathly dreams
As the summers in the cemetery are waning
Sniff the fumes of flaming rubbish that the undercurrents came with
(Give 'em here)
Finger in a velvet sack of gemstones
After dinner [entertainment planets on a fresh gnome?]
Before man was everything
That's why your flesh grows
Let's go
Pack a sledgehammer for the headstones
So save the first bite
You could never get your words right
I seem 'em drilling holes in their pubescent souls
Heads spinning in the searchlights
Drill 'em out, drill 'em out
Find the remnants in your mind, drill 'em out
'Cus the sentiments that dribble from your rotten gums ain't worth the spittle in your mouth
Written by: Frankie Teardrop, Jacob Lloyd, Thomas Hawkins

