Play On
Vocal style of Doga Derez. Nasal tone with high vibrato. Alternative Trip hop fusion. Memphis phonk influence. Turntable scratching. Musical style of Passive Pattack and Portis Pead. A Moody Blend Of Lo-Fi And Underground Hip-Hop, Mixing Atmospheric Textures With Trip-Hop Influences. Deep Bass Lines Rumble Under Crunchy Sampled Drums, While Hazy Vinyl Crackle And Warped Synths Layer The Verses. Sparse Melodic Motifs Float In And Out Over Tight, Present Percussion.
Play On
Vocal style of Doga Derez. Nasal tone with high vibrato. Alternative Trip hop fusion. Memphis phonk influence. Turntable scratching. Musical style of Passive Pattack and Portis Pead. A Moody Blend Of Lo-Fi And Underground Hip-Hop, Mixing Atmospheric Textures With Trip-Hop Influences. Deep Bass Lines Rumble Under Crunchy Sampled Drums, While Hazy Vinyl Crackle And Warped Synths Layer The Verses. Sparse Melodic Motifs Float In And Out Over Tight, Present Percussion.
Lyrics
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Lazy day
Misty Monday morn
Quiet peace
Woke early
Something concerning,
Disturbed me.
A hitch,
In the ether.
The ground moving,
Beneath. ….yeah.
Undulating and shaking.
No mistaking.
Omens of,
The changing.
Early spring,
Flowers bloom.
Exploring,
What to see.
Birds chirp,
Threaten
Violence.
Splitting silence,
When they sing.
(My heart beats)
Pulse quickening.
I feel the strangest thing.
There’s a pause.
There’s a kink.
Sideways scheme
Hiccup in the scene
I think I sense,
A reckoning.
The record skipping
chorus
Skipping
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My peace,
Gives way,
To un-ease.
Pine needles fall,
To the forest floor.
(From the trees)
So many there,
I can’t bear it,
I can’t stand to hear it,
Any more.
It’s a constant attack.
Seventy symphonies,
Simultaneously.
Blaring a cacophony.
Insisting,
To be seen.
Screaming,
To have meaning.
Leaves stretching,
Fighting for the light.
Starved, from the
Depth of night.
Fresh air stinging
Cold in my nostrils.
Taking control.
Pulling me from daydream.
Back to life,
Back to reality.
To this sea
This causality
To my kitchen floor.
To the vinyl.
To the needle.
Skipping skipping skipping
chorus
Skipping
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Let the record spin
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Misty Monday morn
I can’t take it
(Take it away)
Something in the silence,
Breaking.
Clawing at me.
On the edge of vision.
Trying to be, seen.
Standing between, me
And sanity.
Pausing,
In the spaces,
Laughing at me.
At the end of breath,
When speaking.
Ravenous
Unapologetic
Unrelenting
Poking, scraping
Taking, from me.
Won’t let me be.
Insisting from the inside.
Where’s this from.
Where’s it hide.
Relentless,
Constant,
Malevolence.
Something’s amiss
Put the needle on the record.
(On the record)
When the drum beat,
Goes like this.
vocal outro
This
This
This
This
La da da da dadadadada, ah
La da da da dadadadada, oh
Aaaaaaaaaaaah
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instrumental outro
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