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The Devil's Time
3
Folk
The Devil's Time 由 Sunk Island Records 于 2025年11月21日 发行,作为专辑“More Time, More Speed”的一部分。
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发行日期2025年11月21日
唱片公司Sunk Island Records
语言English
旋律性
不插电
Valence
舞蹈性
能量
BPM

制作

出演艺人
Chris Heron
Chris Heron
小提琴
Neil Thomas
Neil Thomas
声乐, 原声吉他, 电低音吉他, 钢琴
Sam Handley
Sam Handley
Kathryn Fergusson
Kathryn Fergusson
小提琴
Christina Waldock
Christina Waldock
大提琴
Oliver Clark Godber
Oliver Clark Godber
中提琴
Sophie Iannidinardi
Sophie Iannidinardi
萨克斯管, 伴唱
Simon Neligan
Simon Neligan
小号
Kieren Iannidinardi
Kieren Iannidinardi
小号, 富鲁格号
作曲和作词
Neil Thomas
Neil Thomas
词曲作者
Chris Heron
Chris Heron
编曲
制作和工程
Neil Thomas
Neil Thomas
制作人
Paul Butler
Paul Butler
混音工程师
Philip Shaw Bova
Philip Shaw Bova
母带工程师

歌词

I'm waking up, I'm racing time
Chasing shapes and numbers, words and lines
But from the light the darkness shine
Dredging detail on the devil's time
Scratching detail from detail
I'm working hard, I'm reaching up
I got my eye hooked on the higher stuff
I give it all, it's not enough
If less is more do you want more of less
When that's all I have left?
One small step on the left
Am I in heaven or hell?
One small slip on the right
To paint a Jackson Pollock abstract of my life
My head it burns, my heart it yearns
To chase the sunset up the northern fells
To take the air from high above
I got my eye hooked on the higher stuff
The city choke so far below
I reach the peak with nowhere else to go
Nothing left but hope
One small step on the left
Am I in heaven or hell?
One small slip on the right
And I'm a pretty pattern on the rocks below
One more step on the edge
Am I in heaven or worse?
One small slip on the ledge
And I'm a Jackson Pollock abstract of myself
Upon this peak, I'll make my peace
With all I've ever been and will ever be
The light I seek, sets here for free
On all this beauty I could never see
Tumbling down my feed
It's not enough
It's not enough
Is that enough?
Then if you had enough of reaching up
Of aiming high but feeling low
From fear of what the future hold
All the tales that we've been sold
They're getting tired, they're getting old
They're ours to keep or ours to throw
But on and on and on we scroll
Like spinning plates about to fall
And if they do or if they don't
And rising tension, falling odds
Of atom bombs about to launch
And if they will or if they won't
And all these things we can't control
One small step to the left
Am I in heaven or hell?
One small slip on the ledge
To paint a Jackson Pollock abstract of myself
To fall apart
It's modern art
Written by: Neil Thomas
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