Ghost Frequencies
v4
@Smail Charif
Ghost Frequencies
v4
@Smail Charif
Dalszöveg
[Intro]
Late bus
Neon rain on the glass
Earbuds in
Whole world walking past
[Verse 1]
Cheap shoes on a cracked sidewalk
Mouth full of dreams I can barely talk
Text from you
Left on read
Typing bubbles
Cold in my chest
Mom yelling from a thousand miles
Unpaid bills in a messy pile
I hum to myself
Like a half-formed prayer
Try to act like
I don’t care
[Chorus]
We’re ghost frequencies
Drifting through the city
Half here, half history
Do you feel me, feel me? (yeah)
We’re ghost frequencies
Hearts out of tune but beating
If you can’t save me
Just sing the same key with me
[Verse 2]
Secondhand coat
Smells like smoke and rain
Laugh too loud
Just to drown old pain
Friends on the corner
Trading old scars
Saying someday we’ll buy
Our parents new cars
You said, “Maybe broken is our style”
Wore your fear
Like a crooked smile
We dance on the edge
Of the things we hide
Tired eyes
Still wild inside (inside)
[Chorus]
We’re ghost frequencies
Drifting through the city
Half here, half history
Do you feel me, feel me? (oh)
We’re ghost frequencies
Hearts out of tune but beating
If you can’t save me
Just sing the same key with me
[Bridge]
Tell me you hear it
That low hum in the dark
All our little failures
Trying to be art
If all we are
Is signal and static
Hold my hand
Make it sound like magic
[Chorus]
We’re ghost frequencies
Drifting through the city
Half here, half history
Do you feel me, feel me? (feel me)
We’re ghost frequencies
Hearts out of tune but beating
If you can’t save me
Just sing the same key with me
Just sing the same key with me (yeah)
Late bus
Neon rain on the glass
Earbuds in
Whole world walking past
[Verse 1]
Cheap shoes on a cracked sidewalk
Mouth full of dreams I can barely talk
Text from you
Left on read
Typing bubbles
Cold in my chest
Mom yelling from a thousand miles
Unpaid bills in a messy pile
I hum to myself
Like a half-formed prayer
Try to act like
I don’t care
[Chorus]
We’re ghost frequencies
Drifting through the city
Half here, half history
Do you feel me, feel me? (yeah)
We’re ghost frequencies
Hearts out of tune but beating
If you can’t save me
Just sing the same key with me
[Verse 2]
Secondhand coat
Smells like smoke and rain
Laugh too loud
Just to drown old pain
Friends on the corner
Trading old scars
Saying someday we’ll buy
Our parents new cars
You said, “Maybe broken is our style”
Wore your fear
Like a crooked smile
We dance on the edge
Of the things we hide
Tired eyes
Still wild inside (inside)
[Chorus]
We’re ghost frequencies
Drifting through the city
Half here, half history
Do you feel me, feel me? (oh)
We’re ghost frequencies
Hearts out of tune but beating
If you can’t save me
Just sing the same key with me
[Bridge]
Tell me you hear it
That low hum in the dark
All our little failures
Trying to be art
If all we are
Is signal and static
Hold my hand
Make it sound like magic
[Chorus]
We’re ghost frequencies
Drifting through the city
Half here, half history
Do you feel me, feel me? (feel me)
We’re ghost frequencies
Hearts out of tune but beating
If you can’t save me
Just sing the same key with me
Just sing the same key with me (yeah)
A zene stílusa
rap, Hybrid of ambient electronic pads and glitchy percussion, underpinned by deep sub-bass and modal jazz chords. Male vocals with a laid-back, slightly mumbled delivery in the verses; hook opens up into melodic indie-pop harmonies. African-inspired polyrhythms and Latin folk-style guitar patterns weave through the groove, with occasional punk-jazz horn stabs and filtered future-bass swells lifting the chorus. Dramatic arc: intimate and hazy in the intro, swelling to an anthemic but off-kilter final chorus., pop rap, dramatic, ambient, hip hop, latin, punk, folk, indie pop, glitch hop, electronic, jazz
