UpRoAr
concept: 'A witty, stylish, tongue-in-cheek alt-pop anthem about Violet Hart entering the art world, causing a hilarious controversy, and coming out of it more famous and untouchable than ever; glamorous chaos, satire, attitude, and a victorious ending' genre: 'British alt-pop, glam-pop, indie-pop rock' instruments: 'punchy live drums, elastic bass, sharp electric guitars, bright synths, claps, playful piano stabs, gang vocal accents' style tags: 'cheeky, stylish, theatrical, confident female vocal, tongue-in-cheek narrative, catchy chorus, bratty, playful, glamorous chaos, hook-heavy' recording: 'polished modern pop-rock mix, punchy drums, crisp vocal upfront, bright energetic production, slightly edgy attitude, radio-ready master'
UpRoAr
concept: 'A witty, stylish, tongue-in-cheek alt-pop anthem about Violet Hart entering the art world, causing a hilarious controversy, and coming out of it more famous and untouchable than ever; glamorous chaos, satire, attitude, and a victorious ending' genre: 'British alt-pop, glam-pop, indie-pop rock' instruments: 'punchy live drums, elastic bass, sharp electric guitars, bright synths, claps, playful piano stabs, gang vocal accents' style tags: 'cheeky, stylish, theatrical, confident female vocal, tongue-in-cheek narrative, catchy chorus, bratty, playful, glamorous chaos, hook-heavy' recording: 'polished modern pop-rock mix, punchy drums, crisp vocal upfront, bright energetic production, slightly edgy attitude, radio-ready master'
Lyrics
Intro
They said, “Who let her in?”
Mm
That was where it all began
Verse 1
Private view, black clothes, lukewarm wine
Everybody air-kissing, talking in lines
White walls, small talk, serious face
I walked in sunshine all over the place
Gold dust on my collarbone, paint on my heel
One girl whispered, “God, is she real?”
One man choked on a sentence about taste
I smiled for the camera and took up space
Pre-Chorus
They said, “Too loud”
They said, “Too much”
They said, “That’s not art”
Then they couldn’t look away from it
Chorus
I came for the colours, they called it uproar
Now they’re all outside trying to get through the door
They said I was reckless, a glittering eyesore
Now they want my name on the wall and the floor
Uproar
Baby, uproar
One kiss of colour and they all wanted more
Verse 2
Morning came with a headline sting
“Pop girl vandal turns critique to scene”
Think piece, hot take, panel show fright
I was trending by eleven and asleep till one, right
Critics in a spiral, clutching their pearls
Calling me a symptom of the end of the world
Meanwhile the crowd was round the block
In lipstick, sequins, and platform docs
Pre-Chorus
They said, “No class”
They said, “No shame”
They said, “Protect the frame”
Then they used my face to sell the place
Chorus
I came for the colours, they called it uproar
Now they’re all outside trying to get through the door
They said I was reckless, a glittering eyesore
Now they want my name on the wall and the floor
Uproar
Baby, uproar
One kiss of colour and they all wanted more
Post-Chorus
Oh-oh, all that pearl-clutching
Oh-oh, looked good in the flash
Oh-oh, funny how the outrage
Turned into a queue round the back
Bridge
You can keep your velvet rope
Your little codes, your careful pose
I spilt a little life into your sacred room
And suddenly it bloomed
They said I broke the atmosphere
Sweetheart, I made one
Now the gift shop’s full
And the gallery shop’s done
Final Chorus
I came for the colours, they called it uproar
Now they’re all outside trying to get through the door
They said I was reckless, a glittering eyesore
Now they hang my smile like a crown in the foyer
Uproar
Baby, uproar
They wanted me gone
Now they’re begging for more
Outro
They said, “Who let her in?”
Mm
Ask the box office