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。
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制作
出演艺人
Nocturne
表演者
作曲和作词
Lori Potter
词曲作者
制作和工程
Nocturne
混音工程师
歌词
You wake up every morning grab your phone before your coffee
Scrollin' through the headlines yeah you're feelin' awful cocky
Got your talking points delivered from a teleprompter feed
You're a soldier in a holy war fulfillin' all their greed
Think you're fightin' for the people but the people think you're cracked
Spitting out opinions from a script that's pre-attacked
Every single story fits the narrative they sold ya
Another angry pawn that the establishment controls yeah
You put a rainbow flag up in your bio next to your pronouns
Convinced that you're a hero in these busted broken down towns
You're parroting the soundbites that the anchors fed you last night
Demanding people get the boot if they don't see your light
For four straight years you screamed about Russia collusion and a spy
It all turned out to be a manufactured, bold-faced lie
But you never stopped to question just moved on to the next rage
Whatever trending hashtag they can fit inside your phase
You live inside a prison that the television built
The bars are made of headlines and the locks are made of guilt
Got a terminal condition a sickness in your soul
Gave the mainstream media complete remote control
You're screamin' at the sky and you're punchin' at the air
Lost in the hysteria but you don't even care
It's a full time occupation this religion that you've found
While the puppet masters pull the strings and never make a sound
You hit the streets in uniform your face a twisted frown
Covered up in black bloc tryna burn the city down
Callin' half the country fascists Nazis, full of hate
While you're the one demanding we create a police state
You want your echo chamber want your safe space and your bubble
'Cause if you hear a different thought your fragile mind sees double
You ain't speaking truth to power you're just screaming what you're told
Another puppet with a picket bought and packaged, then resold
You can't even have a beer with someone from the other side
'Cause your whole identity is tangled up in party pride
There's no debate no conversation just accusation and a shout
If they question your beliefs you gotta kick the bastards out
You burned the bridge to your own brother called your mother names
'Cause she didn't use the proper words in your little language games
You think you're on the side of history a champion of change
But you're just another willful idiot locked inside their cage
You live inside a prison that the television built
The bars are made of headlines and the locks are made of guilt
Got a terminal condition a sickness in your soul
Gave the mainstream media complete remote control
You're screamin' at the sky and you're punchin' at the air
Lost in the hysteria but you don't even care
It's a full-time occupation this religion that you've found
While the puppet masters pull the strings and never make a sound
No logic no reason just emotional reaction
You swapped your brain for hashtags a digital transaction
They feed you fear for breakfast you eat it from their hand
A pundit in a psy-op that you'll never understand
They got you chasing shadows and fighting fake ass wars
While they're countin' all the money behind their locked doors
You can't articulate a single point your argument is sad
You just repeat the programming
Orange man bad!
Orange man bad
You live inside a prison that the television built
The bars are made of headlines and the locks are made of guilt
Got a terminal condition a sickness in your soul
Gave the mainstream media complete remote control
You're screamin' at the sky and you're punchin' at the air
Lost in the hysteria but you don't even care
It's a full-time occupation this religion that you've found
While the puppet masters pull the strings and never make a sound
Complete remote control
Just keep watching the screen
They'll tell you what to be angry about tomorrow
Written by: Lori Potter

