All Music
v4
@RED TAG MALAWI
All Music
v4
@RED TAG MALAWI
lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hand-me-down headphones
Stickered-up phone
Scrolling through summers
I swore I had outgrown
Old friends in the background
Laughing out of frame
I hit play on that playlist
Suddenly it’s all the same
[Chorus]
It’s all music
Every high
Every heartbreak looping through
Yeah
It’s all music
Every late night shout
Every quiet I-miss-you
We were out of tune
Still we used it
Turned our mess into something we could move with
Life gets loud
But I live it like I’ll lose it
‘Cause it’s all music
It’s all music
[Verse 2]
Coffee cup choir
Tapping on the desk
Rain on the window
Keeping crooked time with my chest
Your name in a notebook
Half crossed out
Half bold
I hum through the silence
Till the silence turns to gold
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] One word
One look
That’s a chorus in disguise
Every “stay
” every “leave”
Still echoing inside
[crecendo] When the world goes flat
I’ll find the key again
Turn the volume of the hurt
Into something we can sing
[Chorus]
Hand-me-down headphones
Stickered-up phone
Scrolling through summers
I swore I had outgrown
Old friends in the background
Laughing out of frame
I hit play on that playlist
Suddenly it’s all the same
[Chorus]
It’s all music
Every high
Every heartbreak looping through
Yeah
It’s all music
Every late night shout
Every quiet I-miss-you
We were out of tune
Still we used it
Turned our mess into something we could move with
Life gets loud
But I live it like I’ll lose it
‘Cause it’s all music
It’s all music
[Verse 2]
Coffee cup choir
Tapping on the desk
Rain on the window
Keeping crooked time with my chest
Your name in a notebook
Half crossed out
Half bold
I hum through the silence
Till the silence turns to gold
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] One word
One look
That’s a chorus in disguise
Every “stay
” every “leave”
Still echoing inside
[crecendo] When the world goes flat
I’ll find the key again
Turn the volume of the hurt
Into something we can sing
[Chorus]
音樂風格
Big festival-pop build with airy synth arps, four-on-the-floor kick, and bright sidechained pads. Verses stay minimal with plucky keys and subtle bass swells; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals, wide stereo guitars, and a soaring lead. Middle-eight strips down to filtered drums and vocoder before a final, hands-in-the-air return.
