Om Windscreen Confessions
«Windscreen Confessions» är en lugn låt i genren UK garage, av Nightbus Theory (124 BPM, F-moll, 3:22, sjungen på engelska). Den här låten ingår i WeavyAudios katalog och är licensierad för uppspelning i kaféer, restauranger, gym, butiker och andra lokaler.
Fler: UK garage utan extra royalties. Fler efter stämning: lugn. Licens för din lokal.
Medverkande
- Artist
- Nightbus Theory
- Genre
- UK Garage
- Stämning
- Lugn
- Tempo
- 124 BPM
- Tonart
- F-moll
- Längd
- 3:22
- Sång
- Engelska
- Licens
- Licensierad för lokaler
Nyckelord
- Melancholy night-transit garage
- detuned Rhodes chords
- muted sub throbs
- distant bus-brake foley
- tape-saturated hats
- UK Garage
- swung
- hazy
- late-night euphoric
- speed-garage bassline
- organ bass stabs
- shuffled 2-step hats
- muted sub throb
- tape-warped Rhodes
- 124 BPM
- F minor
- female: hushed low-mid speak-sing
- drowsy phrasing
- unaccented late-night murmur
Tillagd för 1 månad sedan · 2026-09-19 · licensierad för användning i lokal
Text· följer ljudet
Windscreen Confessions lyrics
Verse
Sticky floor, low red light
Bassbin knocking, out of sight
Someone's hand finds mine in the smoke
Skip a beat and the room just broke
Speaker stack shakes the ice in my cup
Strobe comes down and the crowd lifts up
Lost my jacket around 1 am
Don't need it, dancing again
Pre-Chorus
Can't find my name in here
Can't find the door, don't care
Track keeps stitching one to the next
Who am I now, who's next
Chorus
Lost in the low end, gone in the sound
Feet keep the two-step, don't touch the ground
Face in the strobe light, nothing to prove
I don't know myself when I move
Verse
Mirror ball spinning slow on the wall
Catch my reflection, don't know it at all
Sweat on my collarbone, salt on my lip
Someone shouts the hook and my hands just slip
Into the rhythm, into the crowd
Every thought I had going quiet now
Half past shadow, half past the beat
Losing the ground underneath my feet
Pre-Chorus
Can't find my name in here
Can't find the door, don't care
Track keeps stitching one to the next
Who am I now, who's next
Chorus
Lost in the low end, gone in the sound
Feet keep the two-step, don't touch the ground
Face in the strobe light, nothing to prove
I don't know myself when I move
Bridge
Maybe I don't need the name back
Maybe the dark's where I land flat
No mirror, no clock on the wall
Just the four-count and that's all
Just the four-count and that's all
Chorus
Lost in the low end, gone in the sound
Feet keep the two-step, don't touch the ground
Face in the strobe light, nothing to prove
I don't know myself when I move
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Versioner av den här låten
- Windscreen Confessions (den här inspelningen)
- Windscreen Confessions (version 2)
Sida A
Fler låtar av Nightbus Theory
- A1
WA-yJvoDuJ3hp6k124BPM3:38Condensation on the Glass
Nightbus Theory - A2
WA-NvpvdqGOGEgp124BPM2:47Interchange Heartbeat
Nightbus Theory - A3
WA-zBhxq6zrE5rj124BPM3:11Topdeck Telepathy
Nightbus Theory - A4
WA-QDuWsGAv4EWj124BPM3:02Shuffle Till Sunrise
Nightbus Theory - A5
WA-16vq5iEhJh3p124BPM3:42Backseat Static Love
Nightbus Theory - A6
WA-CiGAqCrzXrOQ124BPM3:31Subterranean Sway
Nightbus Theory
Sida B
Liknande låtar: spokojna muzyka
- B1
WA-G7S48wdukESU124BPM3:18Fjord signal, breaking through
Mira & Jax - B2
WA-4Mu1662noWgd116BPM3:36Pulse and Glass
Mira & Jax



