Hole In The Sky (Where The Weekend Leaks) [Djrit-pop mix #16-2]
This electronic and brit-pop fusion launches with a punchy 90s hip hop beat and distorted bassline. Verses feature vintage sample flips and syncopated percussive guitars, maintaining a taut groove. Choruses burst into brit-pop-rock with lush synth textures, layered airy harmonies, and space-laden vocal effects, while gritty guitars reinforce the dense, anthemic sound, strong drums
Hole In The Sky (Where The Weekend Leaks) [Djrit-pop mix #16-2]
This electronic and brit-pop fusion launches with a punchy 90s hip hop beat and distorted bassline. Verses feature vintage sample flips and syncopated percussive guitars, maintaining a taut groove. Choruses burst into brit-pop-rock with lush synth textures, layered airy harmonies, and space-laden vocal effects, while gritty guitars reinforce the dense, anthemic sound, strong drums
Lyrics
Verse 1
There’s a hole in the sky above Tesco car park
Dripping late nights on my discount shoes
Ultraviolet raindrops
Polka-dot landmark
Falling through the tarmac
Staining my views
Bus-stop prophets talk in crossword clues
Chewing on the headlines
Spitting out the news
Every little daydream frays then fuses
Static in the traffic of my short-cut routes
Chorus
There’s a hole in the sky where the weekend leaks
Pouring glitter in my tea till my tongue can’t speak
I’m a half-baked saint on a plastic seat
Screaming “hey!” to the clouds just to hear them shriek
There’s a hole in the sky and it drips on me
All the maybe
Kinda
Sorta things I’ll never be
So I shake my head
Raise my drink
Stay cheeky
Sing along till the cracks in the world turn squeaky (oh yeah)
Verse 2
Got a knock-off halo from the corner shop window
Blinks three times when I overthink fate
My reflection’s doing stand-up
Deadpan bimbo
Roasting my excuses while I miss my train
Billboard angels in fluorescent halos
Selling cheap miracles
Two-for-one halos
I’m a backwards echo in a payphone solo
Calling up tomorrow with a fake bravado
Chorus
There’s a hole in the sky where the weekend leaks
Pouring glitter in my tea till my tongue can’t speak
I’m a half-baked saint on a plastic seat
Screaming “hey!” to the clouds just to hear them shriek
There’s a hole in the sky and it drips on me
All the maybe
Kinda
Sorta things I’ll never be
So I shake my head
Raise my drink
Stay cheeky
Sing along till the cracks in the world turn squeaky (hey!)
Bridge
Yeah
I’m a day-trip derelict
Delicate
Derelict
Balancing a benefit of doubt on a derelict etiquette
Letterhead
Better head
Head full of predicates
Premeditated petty little pennies in my Pegasus
Sky-tear
High-chair
Sitting in the ionosphere
Side-eye satellites
Scribbling in the stratosphere
“Dear atmosphere
Sign here
Kind regards
Cavalier”
Lent my fear a souvenir
Left it in the mirror near
Quick fix
Tongue-twist
Triple-shot syllable
Lip-sync liminal
Living in the minimal
Hole in the whole
In the holy
Hypothetical
Punchline falling through a plotline pitiful (yeah)
Chorus
There’s a hole in the sky where the weekend leaks
Pouring glitter in my tea till my tongue can’t speak
I’m a half-baked saint on a plastic seat
Screaming “hey!” to the clouds just to hear them shriek
There’s a hole in the sky and it drips on me
All the maybe
Kinda
Sorta things I’ll never be
So I shake my head
Raise my drink
Stay cheeky
Sing it loud till the doubtful stars turn freaky (oh-oh)