Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TV on the Radio
TV on the Radio
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Composer
Gerard A. Smith
Gerard A. Smith
Composer
Kyp Malone
Kyp Malone
Composer
Tunde Adebimpe
Tunde Adebimpe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Producer
Dan Huron
Dan Huron
Engineer
Chris Moore
Chris Moore
Engineer
Chris Coady
Chris Coady
Engineer
Kyle Boyd
Kyle Boyd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Shunk
Brian Shunk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matty Green
Matty Green
Mixing Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Congratulations on the mess you made of things
I'm trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones, say
[Verse 2]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 3]
You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead, say
[Verse 4]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 5]
This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke
This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows to smoke
[Verse 6]
This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost
[Verse 7]
Eternalized, objectified
You set your sights so high
But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever
[Verse 8]
Never mind, death professor
Your structure's fine, my dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
[Verse 9]
Never you mind, death professor
Love is life, my love is better
Your victim flies so high
Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next
[Verse 10]
Never you mind, death professor
Your shocks are fine, my struts are better
Your fiction flies so high
Y'all could use a doctor who's sick, who's next?
[Verse 11]
Never you mind, death professor
Electrified, my love is better
It's crystallized, so am I
All could be the diamond fused with who's next
[Verse 12]
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the loser forever
Written by: David Andrew Sitek, Gerard A. Smith, Jaleel Bunton, Kyp Malone, Tunde Adebimpe
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