Project Review: Lyric Noel x Judge & Jury – Shades of Black | Rock Release
Music Review:
“Στο Shades of Black, η Lyric Noel ενώνει δυνάμεις με τους Judge & Jury, χτίζοντας μια κλιμάκωση που δεν βιάζεται αλλά ξέρει ακριβώς πού στοχεύει. Η μελωδία απλώνεται σταδιακά, σχεδόν υπόγεια, μέχρι να εκραγεί σε μια απελευθερωτική, ηλεκτρισμένη κορύφωση. Τα ασυμβίβαστα φωνητικά ξεχειλίζουν από ένταση και πάθος, διαπερνώντας το μίγμα με ωμή ειλικρίνεια. Ο ροκ ρυθμός είναι στιβαρός και αδυσώπητος, παρασύροντάς σε σε μια δίνη ενέργειας που μετατρέπει τη σκοτεινότητα του τίτλου σε θριαμβευτική κάθαρση.”
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Lyrics of Lyric Noel x Judge & Jury – Shades of Black
Riding on the waves of
Bits of serotonin
Lucid dreams I’ve laid in
Used to be so potent
I walk on the safe side
Picking up the pieces
Till they finally fit right
(Till they finally fit right)
One hand counts my blessings and the
Other throws them like they’re stones
It’s getting hard to be in constant fight or flight mode
Lay into me
Into me like
Shades of black
Too much, too empty
Just take back
All that I have
I could see myself
But I’m out of reach
Scattered thoughts
Framed in disbelief
A smile wired tight
Drawn across my grief
I’m a signal lost
In a feedback loop (Feedback loop)
Pacing in circles
Just to feel like
I can move
It’s getting hard to be in constant fight or flight mode
Lay into me
Into me like
Shades of black
Too much, too empty
Just take back
All that I have
(To shades of black)
I don’t know what I am anymore than you do
Just a side effect of neglecting old wounds
I wear my silence like it’s borrowed skin
I’m too weak to carry what’s buried within
And when I fold again
Just leave me where I lay
Lay into me
Into me like
Shades of black
Too much, too empty
Just take back
All that I have
Lay into me
Into me like
Shades of black
Too close it’s too late
Empty space
Calling me back
(To shades of black)
One hand counts my blessings and the (Calling me back)
Other throws them like they’re stones
It’s getting hard to be in
Constant
Fight or flight mode
A false rebirth of a life I stole
Borrowed time
Calling me back
(Too much, too empty)
Just take back (Too close)
All that I have (It’s too late)
(Too much, too empty)
(Too close, it’s too late)
One hand counts my blessings and the
Other throws them like they’re stones
It’s getting hard to be in constant fight or flight mode
