Addicted to Bass
Beats of Desire: Unveiling the Addictive Rhythm of 'Addicted to Bass'
Lyrics
I got two pale hands up against the window pane,
I'm physically close to the window with my hands on it.
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again.
I'm trembling due to the intense desire I feel.
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain,
The desire starts in my feet and resonates to my brain.
There's nothing I can do to revert the gain.
I can't do anything to reverse or lessen this desire.
I'm looking down to the street below, there's nothing in the way they move to show,
I observe the movement of people on the street below.
They too, know what I know, they too hunger for the beast below.
People share the same desire for the "beast" below (possibly bass music).
Listening to the radio, I feel so out of place,
Feeling out of place while listening to the radio.
There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase.
There's something missing that the treble (high-pitched tones) can't compensate for.
I know you can tell just by looking at my face, a word about my weakness,
Others can see my weakness by looking at my face.
I'm totally addicted to bass.
Expressing a strong addiction to bass music.
Woah-woah-oh. Totally addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.
Reiteration of being totally addicted to bass.
There's nothing I can do to be cool, I don't sleep til I've had my fuel,
Unable to be cool; sleep is a prerequisite for fuel.
It frustrates if I am deprived, a hunger that grates from deep inside.
Frustration and inner discomfort when deprived of the addiction.
I feel like I'm doing time, imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime,
Feeling like being imprisoned by dependence on a sublime rhythm.
In my mind, I must overcome the need to define, the solitary silence of a faceless crime.
Reflecting on overcoming the need to define the silence of a faceless crime.
Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone,
Feeling alone while standing by the stereo.
My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own.
Physical movement and independence while leaning against a speaker.
Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face,
Being observed by others who identify the addiction.
They're picking up my problem, I'm totally addicted to bass.
Others recognizing the problem of being totally addicted to bass.
woah-woah-oh. Totally addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.
Reiteration of being totally addicted to bass.
Your bassline is shooting up my spine, woah-woah-oh,
Highlighting the impact of the bassline on emotions.
Your bassline has got me feeling fine, it's filling up my mind.
The bassline creates a positive and fulfilling mental state.
Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street,
Observing the sunrise and people tapping their feet below.
People I see everywhere are tapping their feet.
People everywhere are rhythmically engaged.
Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong,
Realization that everyone is grooving to their own song.
Everybody's groovin to their own song.
Acknowledging the universality of diverse musical preferences.
Down at the scene below, there's something in the way they move to show,
Similarity in the way people move, expressing a shared desire for the "beast" below.
They too, know what I know, they too hunger for the beast below.
Rhythm's running over me to wash away my fears,
Rhythmic experience is cleansing and removes fears.
The backbeat of humanity, it sweetens my tears.
The underlying beat of humanity enhances emotions.
There's something that's connected us down throughout the years,
Connection through rhythm transcends time.
No need to feel so lonely, everyone's addicted to bass.
No need to feel lonely as everyone shares the addiction to bass.
Woah-woah-oh. Everyone's addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.
Reiteration of everyone being addicted to bass.
Your bassline is shooting up my spine, your bassline,
Emphasizing the physical and emotional impact of the bassline.
Your bassline has got me feeling fine, it's filling up my mind.
Your bassline is shooting up my spine, your bassline,
-Your bassline has got me feeling fine, it's filling up my mind.
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