Someone says my name
slow post punk ballad dark punk rock heavy bass sparse drums reverb guitar spoken male vocals exhausted emotional singing chorus with restrained shouted vocals raw intimate production bleak lyrics bedroom depression atmosphere gradual build to noisy final chorus nick cave fontaines d c punk rock, post-punk, hardcore punk no polished pop sound
Someone says my name
slow post punk ballad dark punk rock heavy bass sparse drums reverb guitar spoken male vocals exhausted emotional singing chorus with restrained shouted vocals raw intimate production bleak lyrics bedroom depression atmosphere gradual build to noisy final chorus nick cave fontaines d c punk rock, post-punk, hardcore punk no polished pop sound
Lyrics
The room keeps breathing through the radiator
Blue light crawling on the wall
Three in the morning, thumb on glass
The whole world moving, and I feel nothing at all
There’s coffee cold beside the bed
There’s laundry sleeping on the chair
There’s a message I should answer
From someone who still thinks I’m there
I don’t want to die
I just don’t want to load
Another morning in my mouth
Another password, another road
I’m running in low power mode
Saving what is left of me
Second gear, second skin
Don’t ask who I used to be
I’m not broken, I’m postponed
I’m not gone, I’m on repeat
Low power mode
Low power mode
Don’t wake me up unless you mean it
We learned to make a meal from noise
A prayer from every notification
We fed the hours to the feed
And called it rest and regulation
The fridge light opens like a church
White and cold and merciful
I stand there waiting for a sign
From milk, from beer, from nothing full
And every shirt inside the drawer
Looks like a person I could wear
But none of them can hold me up
And none of them can take me there
I don’t want to fall
I just don’t want to climb
I’ve been surviving very well
By disappearing one inch at a time
I’m running in low power mode
Saving what is left of me
Second gear, second skin
Don’t ask who I used to be
I’m not broken, I’m postponed
I’m not gone, I’m on repeat
Low power mode
Low power mode
Don’t wake me up unless you mean it
I used to think collapse was loud
Sirens, glass, a final scene
But it came soft
In clean sheets
In calendar invites
In automatic payments
In a body that still answers when addressed
Someone says my name
And I return to service
Someone says my name
And I return to service
Someone says my name
And I return to service
Someone says my name
And I return to service
Someone says my name
And I return to service
But I do not come back
The beautiful ones don’t fight the cage
They groom themselves beneath the light
They eat, they sleep, they touch the walls
They keep their little corners bright
And I am not above them now
I clean the sink, I make the bed
I fold my rage into a drawer
I keep a funeral in my head
The kid inside the mirror stopped
He doesn’t scream, he doesn’t plead
He sits beside me on the floor
And scrolls until his fingers bleed
I’m running in low power mode
Saving what is left of me
Second gear, second skin
Don’t ask who I used to be
I’m not broken, I’m postponed
I’m not gone, I’m on repeat
Low power mode
Low power mode
Don’t wake me up unless you mean it
The alarm is going off
I let it ring
The alarm is going off
I let it ring
The alarm is going off
I let it ring
I let it ring
I let it ring
I let it ring
I let it ring