Proud and stomping Electro Metal. Rising intro. Punchy drums, dark Proud and stomping Electro Metal. Rising intro. Punchy drums, dark guitar and technological sounds. Break @ 1'04 and devilish heavy guitar @ 1'29. Hades' fury.
Alt-Pop. Upbeat, ironic, dynamic, free & encouraging. Chorus @ 0'37. Alt-Pop. Upbeat, ironic, dynamic, free & encouraging. Chorus @ 0'37. Male vocals, English lyrics, with filtered/saturated effect & pop band (drums, synth, bass & guitar). Music for urban exploration videos, fashion ads & high-energy content.歌词
I step into life of waste,
Becoming waste of the minimum taste.
I'm tunel rider, slick copywriter, sip stiller and a fading glider.
Start scrummage into do-do for fee,
Come on get-up it's time to get free.
But I'm text writer, and timer igniter,
Cause of a party, because i'm Friday exciter
Chorus:
Come on get-up it's time to get free
No longer bound by society
Come on get-up it's time to get free
No longer bound by society
Bridge (multiple times):
Come and get it, come on and get it
Chorus (x2):
Come on get-up it's time to get free
No longer bound by society
Come on get-up it's time to get free
No longer bound by society
I step into life of waste, Becoming waste of the minimum taste. I'm tunel rider, slick copywriter, sip stiller and a fading glider.
Start scrummage into do-do for fee, Come on get-up it's time to get free. But I'm text writer, and timer igniter, Cause of a party, because i'm Friday exciter
Chorus: Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society
Bridge (multiple times): Come and get it, come on and get it
Chorus (x2): Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society
I step into life of waste, Becoming waste of the minimum taste. I'm tunel rider, slick copywriter, sip stiller and a fading glider.
Start scrummage into do-do for fee, Come on get-up it's time to get free. But I'm text writer, and timer igniter, Cause of a party, because i'm Friday exciter
Chorus: Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society
Bridge (multiple times): Come and get it, come on and get it
Chorus (x2): Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society
I step into life of waste, Becoming waste of the minimum taste. I'm tunel rider, slick copywriter, sip stiller and a fading glider.
Start scrummage into do-do for fee, Come on get-up it's time to get free. But I'm text writer, and timer igniter, Cause of a party, because i'm Friday exciter
Chorus: Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society
Bridge (multiple times): Come and get it, come on and get it
Chorus (x2): Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society Come on get-up it's time to get free No longer bound by society
Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an energetic pace as scratchy vocals repeat lyrics about a dangerous individual. Rude synth and guitar parts give a post-punk sharpness. Eerie pads fringe instrumentation softly, contrasting chattering stabs of synth, conveying a sense of industrial power. A group of people rising up politically.歌词
You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind.
You forget, What happens, Rhetoric, Hands clapping, Moves slowly, Step by step, Controlling, Lies you're fed.
So what, Got you getting riled up again, Blood clot, Vein pops, As you start to vent, Pre-programmed, Can't escape the dispatch, Broadcast back-track, Didn't mean it like that.
You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind.
Cold regret, Splits atoms, Better stick, To your weapons, Fear growing, Keep your head, Bank rolling, Lies your fed.
Good shot, Get the guns loaded up again, Neighbours watch, Vein pops, As you start to vent, Pre-programmed, Can't escape the dispatch, Broadcast back-track, Didn't mean it like that.
You got a weaponised mind, You do what you have to, You got a weaponised mind, Just do what you came to, You got a weaponised mind, You do what you have to, You got a weaponised mind, Just do what you came to.
You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind, You got a weaponised mind.
You got a weaponised mind, You do what you have to, You got a weaponised mind, Just do what you came to, You got a weaponised mind, You do what you have to, You got a weaponised mind, Just do what you came to.
Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an energetic pace with shallow drumwork. Rude synth and guitar parts give a post-punk sharpness. Eerie pads fringe instrumentation softly, contrasting chattering stabs of synth, conveying a sense of industrial power. A group of people rising up politically. Instrumental version.
Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an Rough, sharp, dangerous. Muffled ominous bassline plays out at an energetic pace with shallow drumwork. Heavier drums burst in with force, giving a powerful atmosphere. A group of people rising up politically. Stripped back underscore version.
Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Rough simple key melody lands on top Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Rough simple key melody lands on top of a muffled bassline. Restrained bass meets with slow methodical drums as sultry male vocals with lyrics about a pained society built on suffering. A sense of monotony from trip-hop style. Impassioned guitar solo @ 2'05 gives a sense of uncontrollable sombre energy. Ode to a metropolis.歌词
Take what you get, heart pumping, You take what you learnt for free, You fake what you can together, Now lay down, look up, what do you see.
Something blue, You gotta feel like suffering through, Monday, make do, Yeah some day, you're gonna break through.
Take what you get, heart pumping, You take what you learnt for free, So pick your battles, Still got your head up in the clouds, Cages you rattle, Ring true, familiar sounds.
Something blue, You gotta feel like suffering through, Monday, make do, Yeah some day, you're gonna break through.
Something blue, You gotta feel like suffering through, Monday, make do, Yeah some day, you're gonna break through.
Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Rough simple key melody lands on top Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Rough simple key melody lands on top of a muffled bassline. Restrained bass meets with slow methodical drums. Sludgy bassline gives a sense of a struggle, matched by the monotony of trip-hop style. Impassioned guitar solo at 02:05 gives a sense of uncontrollable sombre energy. Ode to a metropolis. Instrumental version.
Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Muffled bassline meets with simply Melancholy, wistful, dystopian. Muffled bassline meets with simply dirty drumline conveying a monotonous trip-hop style. Piano and sombre euphoric elements give a sense of struggle and melancholic force. Stripped back underscore version.
Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a post-rock vibe as morose male vocals sing about suppressing feelings, letting emotions build and approaching the world in a sombre way. Downbeat energy supported by minor chord sequences and emotive guitar. A sense of defeat and emptiness.歌词
Live, laugh die, You block out more than you realise, Cutting ties, Some day You'll have to compromise.
Lucid state, Clarity now compensates, Familiar mistake, Gets worse as you carry the weight.
Lottery hangover, You played, You lost, Now you can say it sober, At no cost.
Broken smile, The rush has been gone a while now, Blood on the tiles, Escalates, gets so hostile.
What a state, No clarity to compensate, Comfortable mistake, Gets worse as you carry the weight.
Lottery hangover, You played, You lost, No you can say it sober, At no cost.
Live, laugh die, You block out more than you realise, Live, laugh die, Some day You'll have to compromise.
Lottery hangover, You played, You lost, No you can say it sober, At no cost.
Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a post-rock vibe with a power from sturdy drumbeat. Pulsing dirty bass offers strength in a depressing situation. Downbeat energy supported by minor chord sequences and emotive guitar. A sense of defeat and emptiness. Instrumental version.
Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a Melancholy, sad, powerful. High-pitched overdriven guitar gives a post-rock vibe with a power from sturdy drumbeat. Pulsing dirty bass offers strength in a depressing situation. Downbeat energy supported by minor chord sequences and emotive guitar. A sense of defeat and emptiness. Stripped back underscore version.
Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough rhythm Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough rhythm as male vocals whisper with a charismatic enigmatic vibe. Sturdy drums burst through giving a strong backbone to a determined driven spirit. Synth arpeggiations offer a sense of dystopian. Neon green materials and industrial backdrop, supported by phased vocals.歌词
Hmm I'm well, What did you want me to say, I got the same new reasons, Why I don't pray, I know there's no way in, That I’ve not ignored, I’ve tallied up the sins, I think Im winning Lord.
Yeah I got, Two halves of a lot some would say, Im on the winning machine, My lucks not going away, You call a straight line crooked, It’s in what you say, Just a sign you're looking, For a way not pay.
To get out of yourself, Become somebody else, It’s a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up, It's a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up.
I'm ok, What you expect me to say, Thought I was the hero, Everything was going my way, Now I got no way out, Can't find an exit here, I scream and I shout, But the words don't come out clear.
To get out of yourself, Become somebody else, It’s a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up, It's a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up.
To get out of yourself, Become somebody else, It’s a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up, It's a good dream, Like morphine, Like your on screen, Can't wake up.
Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough rhythm. Sturdy drums burst through giving a strong backbone to a determined driven spirit. Synth arpeggiations offer a sense of dystopian. Neon green materials and industrial backdrop. Instrumental version.
Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough Dirty, determined, sadistic. Rock bass pushes out with a rough rhythm. Sturdy drums burst through giving a strong backbone to a determined driven spirit. Neon green materials and industrial backdrop. Stripped back underscore version.
Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with scratchy guitar and Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with scratchy guitar and synth support whispered vocals lamenting a futuristic soulless society. Overdriven guitar and bass give a pressurised power, exploding at 00:39. A determination to break out of conforming society. Synth interlude at 01:44 gives a sense of emotion and meaningfulness before another explosion.歌词
Your humanity has become a museum piece, Brutality resurfaces when It's warranted the least, Turns out It's predetermined no evolutionary leap, You suffer but you're earning that proverbial kick in the teeth.
There ain't a lot to me, There ain't a lot to me, What I need to be, No curiosity.
I'm ok, no future, plug me in computer, Have your say, No offence, Enjoy your day, anonymous user.
You view yourself through the lens of all your hopes and dreams, So far from reality it drowns out the screams, From the eminent creeping approach of the thinking machine, Doesn't matter what you feel or say or what you choose to believe.
There ain't a lot to me, There ain't a lot to me, What I need to be, No curiosity.
I'm ok, no future, plug me in computer, Have your say, No offence, Enjoy your day, anonymous user.
Who are you, Who are you.
Anonymous user, There ain't a lot to me, Anonymous user, There ain't a lot to me, Anonymous, Anonymous, User.
Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with scratchy guitar and Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with scratchy guitar and synth give a mean-sounding energy. Overdriven guitar and bass give a pressurised power, exploding at 00:39. A determination to break out of conforming society. Synth interlude at 01:44 gives a sense of emotion and meaningfulness before another explosion. Instrumental version.
Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with synths give a Dystopian, dirty, explosive. Coarse texture with synths give a mean-sounding energy. Overdriven guitar and bass give a pressurised power, exploding at 00:39 with alarm sounding guitar riff. A determination to break out of conforming society. Synth interlude @ 1'44 gives a sense of emotion and meaningfulness before another explosion. Stripped back underscore version.
Stirring, joyful, tough. Large classic rock guitar vibe as claps lead Stirring, joyful, tough. Large classic rock guitar vibe as claps lead a feeling of momentum, guitar plays out a swirling violin line reminiscent of folky music. Gravelly male voice sings about being a strong man, leaving home and fighting for your identity. Unrestrained energy from explosive vocals and chants, meshing with folk energy.歌词
There comes a time in a young man’s life when he has to make a choice, To stay at home and be afraid or leave the nest and fight, To shut himself away for good or live a life of pride, With a courage that will never fray, through storms and swelling tide, So from craggy shore to broken sky and to all that came before, We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!
With your fists held tight, That they just might break, Like the dawn that comes, It’s not too late.
Just grit your teeth and stand your ground, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) Don't ever let them hold you down, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) From far and wide they'll hear us yell, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) ‘We'll stand together and give ‘em hell’. (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
It’s never quite enough you see to work until your old, To live a life of sacrifice with nothing good to show, For when it’s time to meet your end and look back on your life, Did you stay within dotted lines or rise against and fight? From the craggy shores to broken skies and to all that came before, We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!
Hold your fists up tight, You know It’s not too late.
Just grit your teeth and stand your ground, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) Don't ever let them hold you down, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) From far and wide they'll hear us yell, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) ‘We'll stand, together, and give, them, hell’.
Stirring, joyful, tough. Large classic rock guitar vibe as claps lead Stirring, joyful, tough. Large classic rock guitar vibe as claps lead a feeling of momentum, guitar plays out a swirling violin line reminiscent of folky music. Unrestrained energy from intense instrumentation and distorted guitar communicating power and rebelliousness. Instrumental version.
Stirring, joyful, tough. Instruments strum out with a celtic Stirring, joyful, tough. Instruments strum out with a celtic buoyancy, flute playing out a floating, yearning tune. Positive vibe from major chords and light percussion driving things forward. A sense of power and rebelliousness. Stripped back underscore version.
Chinese pop of the 70s & 80s. Kitsch, carefree & festive. Pop band & Chinese pop of the 70s & 80s. Kitsch, carefree & festive. Pop band & Chinese instruments. Suggested for Chinese restaurant.
Bluesy, fiery, rough. Solo female vocals illustrate a passionate Bluesy, fiery, rough. Solo female vocals illustrate a passionate atmosphere, joined by large steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica. Lyrics lamenting loneliness and hard times, looking to the lord for guidance and acceptance. Country-style religious sentiment. An individual in the blaring sun, making their way through a dustbowl place, a rough rebellious figure. Bluesy verse dives into slow heavy chorus, communicating pain but relentless hope.歌词
I 'been shaking in my boots too long.
Lookin' out babe, how these boots are made, God made them for walking, You know I couldn't help and stop when I heard, heard those people talking, The Lord went for these lonely walks, now it won't be long till the hailstorm starts, I don't wanna be here no more, what am I waiting for.
Lord, Lord, Lord don't let me down, Lord, Lord, I'm on shaky ground.
Moving right along after the storm the dawn is drawing night, My heart is breaking my legs are shaking, here comes another night, The stars will soon be shining bright, got to get my head right, It might be a long walk, you know I can't stop.
Lord, Lord, Lord don't let me down, Lord, Lord, I'm on shaky ground.
Now I've walked for miles, feeling sanctified, I was high when the skies turned blue at night, I was just a little girl and every time my hair would curl, Little boy blue he was a prince, he just walked by.
Lord, Lord, Lord don't let me down, Lord, Lord, I'm on shaky ground.
Bluesy, fiery, rough. Steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica give a Bluesy, fiery, rough. Steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica give a rough and unforgiving atmosphere. Lyrics lamenting loneliness and hard times, looking to the lord for guidance and acceptance. Country-style religious sentiment. An individual in the blaring sun, making their way through a dustbowl place, a rough rebellious figure. Bluesy verse dives into slow heavy chorus, communicating pain but relentless hope. No lead vocal version.
Bluesy, fiery, rough. Steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica give a Bluesy, fiery, rough. Steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica give a rough and unforgiving atmosphere. Country-style religious sentiment. An individual in the blaring sun, making their way through a dustbowl place, a rough rebellious figure. Instrumental version.
Retro, surfing, kitsch. Evil deep laugh leads into a spooky piano and Retro, surfing, kitsch. Evil deep laugh leads into a spooky piano and surfer rock vibes. Old school halloween energy, a dance in a hall with spooky costumes and a punch bowl. Theremin solo offers a sense of eeriness. Cool retro style with slapback echo and muted chugging guitar.
Retro, surfing, kitsch. Spooky piano dives into surfer rock style. Retro, surfing, kitsch. Spooky piano dives into surfer rock style. Old school halloween energy, a dance in a hall with spooky costumes and a punch bowl. Cool retro style with slapback echo and muted chugging guitar. Stripped back underscore version.
Impassioned, religious, bright. Guitar strumming and bottleneck blues Impassioned, religious, bright. Guitar strumming and bottleneck blues lead guitar give a country energy, supported by dynamic female vocals with a country passion. Lyrics about the joy around Jesus's birth. A sense of celebration around the coming of the lord. Harmonising vocals give a communal vibe. Direct drumbeat frilled with guitar gives a rustic style.
Impassioned, religious, bright. Guitar strumming gives a emotive Impassioned, religious, bright. Guitar strumming gives a emotive country vibe, supported by dynamic female vocals with a country passion. Lyrics about the joy around Jesus's birth. Harmonising vocals give a communal vibe. Acoustic version.
Impassioned, religious, bright. Muddy tremolo guitar plays out a Impassioned, religious, bright. Muddy tremolo guitar plays out a recognisable joyous tune. Guitar strumming gives a emotive country vibe, a tambourine rhythm offering visions of snow falling gently before country drumbeat arrives. Alternate version.
Impassioned, religious, bright. Guitar strumming and bottleneck blues Impassioned, religious, bright. Guitar strumming and bottleneck blues lead guitar give a country energy. A sense of celebration around the coming of the lord. Harmonising vocals give a communal vibe. Direct drumbeat frilled with guitar gives a rustic style. Instrumental version.
Excitable, rustic, joyous. Bottleneck guitar joins with banjo and Excitable, rustic, joyous. Bottleneck guitar joins with banjo and strumming as a lively instrumentation pushes out with fun and buoyancy. Lyrics about the religious joy and excitement, supported by drums and harmonies at 00:56. Banjo and country instrumentation gives a sense of rustic Americana.
Excitable, rustic, joyous. Twinkly twanging guitar sets out with Excitable, rustic, joyous. Twinkly twanging guitar sets out with strumming. Lyrics about the religious joy and excitement, supported by drums and harmonies at 00:56. Steady tambourine giving a snowy Christmas vibe. Acoustic version.
Excitable, rustic, joyous. Bottleneck guitar joins with banjo and Excitable, rustic, joyous. Bottleneck guitar joins with banjo and strumming as a lively instrumentation pushes out with fun and buoyancy. Tremolo guitar sets out with a celebratory religious tune. Banjo and country instrumentation gives a sense of rustic Americana. Alternate version.
Excitable, rustic, joyous. Bottleneck guitar joins with banjo and Excitable, rustic, joyous. Bottleneck guitar joins with banjo and strumming as a lively instrumentation pushes out with fun and buoyancy. Large drums and harmonies at 00:56. Banjo and country instrumentation gives a sense of rustic Americana. Instrumental version.
Soft, religious, warm. Banjo and guitar walk together in a happy Soft, religious, warm. Banjo and guitar walk together in a happy assured tune. Female vocals sing, telling the story of Jesus' birth with heartfelt gentleness. Vocal harmonies give a sense of community and warmth. A group of individuals regaling themselves with the Christmas story as instrumentation grows like a roaring fire.
Soft, religious, warm. Banjo and guitar walk together in a happy Soft, religious, warm. Banjo and guitar walk together in a happy assured tune. Female vocals sing, telling the story of Jesus' birth with heartfelt gentleness. Vocal harmonies give a sense of community and warmth. A group of individuals regaling themselves with the Christmas story as instrumentation grows like a roaring fire. Acoustic version.
Soft, religious, warm. Banjo and guitar walk together in a happy Soft, religious, warm. Banjo and guitar walk together in a happy assured tune. Tremolo guitar sets out on an old Christmas tune, giving a wistful storytelling vibe. A group of individuals regaling themselves with the Christmas story as instrumentation grows like a roaring fire. Alternate version.
Soft, religious, warm. Banjo and guitar walk together in a happy Soft, religious, warm. Banjo and guitar walk together in a happy assured tune. Warm instrumentation with brush kit rhythm and welcoming tones. Starry vibe at 00:47 with dulcet bottleneck guitar. A sense of togetherness at Christmastime. Stripped back underscore version.
Psychedelic, laidback, light. Positive organ progression emerges as Psychedelic, laidback, light. Positive organ progression emerges as slow stoner rock style begins, with dulcet guitars playing at their own pace. Strange alien synth gives a trippy vibe, people out in a desert dancing and living a unorthodox lifestyle or a stylish coffee shop in a hippie-coded city area.
Transcendent, emotive, stylish. Plucked strings give an orchestral Transcendent, emotive, stylish. Plucked strings give an orchestral vibe as trip-hop style percussion plays out. Blues guitar melds with forlorn shifted synth sound to create a sorrowful but cool atmosphere. Heat waves over a desert landscape, an individual travelling for a long time to try and find a place to call home.
Rustic, experienced, tough. Slow rock drumming sets out a calm but Rustic, experienced, tough. Slow rock drumming sets out a calm but striding rhythm as guitars begin to play out alongside. A sense of austere, a serious atmosphere. An aged cowboy or country person looking out over a desert landscape. Someone who has seen suffering and violence, gazing with a nonchalant coolness.
