It's Alright
anthemic pop, soul, blues, glitch, experimental call-and-response (guitar/alarm), syncopation, digital stutters, quiet-loud dynamics, sub-bass drops analog warmth, digital artifacts, heavy vocal compression, cinematic reverb, rhythmic glitch acoustic drums, sub-bass, electric guitar (stratocaster), rhodes piano, digital synth speak-singing, whispered, full-throated belt, vocal fry, [breath], gospel ad-libs
It's Alright
anthemic pop, soul, blues, glitch, experimental call-and-response (guitar/alarm), syncopation, digital stutters, quiet-loud dynamics, sub-bass drops analog warmth, digital artifacts, heavy vocal compression, cinematic reverb, rhythmic glitch acoustic drums, sub-bass, electric guitar (stratocaster), rhodes piano, digital synth speak-singing, whispered, full-throated belt, vocal fry, [breath], gospel ad-libs
Lyrics
(Verse 1) There's a signal runnin' Another engine hummin' Keep the feet on the floor Keep an eye on the door It’s the daily motion This quiet devotion To the here and now... Just gotta make it through somehow.
(Pre-Chorus) And that restless feelin's on Like a song that's playin' wrong That old familiar echo Of the things I can't let go It's hard to hold... Yeah, it's hard to let go...
(Chorus) But I’m holdin' on to the gratitude For the mixed-up, worn-out attitude It ain't perfect, but it's mine I'm makin' peace with the bottom line Yeah, I'm makin' peace with my own reality It’s not a fight, it's a new formality. It's alright.
(Verse 2) It's not a mountain It's just a hill It's just a choice to be still. With all the noise And all the haste Nothin' here is gonna go to waste. Not the good, not the bad.
(Pre-Chorus) 'Cause that restless feelin's on Like a song that's playin' wrong That old familiar echo Of the things I can't let go It's hard to hold... Yeah, it's hard to let go...
(Chorus) But I’m holdin' on to the gratitude For the mixed-up, worn-out attitude It ain't perfect, but it's mine I'm makin' peace with the bottom line Yeah, I'm makin' peace with my own reality It’s not a fight, it's a new formality. It's alright.
(Bridge) It’s a fragile truce, this... ownership. Nothin' certain but the grip. I’m not "all good"... ...but I’m good with it.
(Chorus) Yeah, I’m holdin' on to the gratitude For the mixed-up, worn-out attitude It ain't perfect, but it's mine I'm makin' peace with the bottom line Yeah, I'm makin' peace with my own reality It’s not a fight, it's a new formality. It's alright.