Vyra // Getting Wild 2 (Happy Hardcore/Eurobeat Remix)

[Genre / Identity: electro-house, breakbeat and playful dance-pop; bass-driven bounce with abrupt rhythmic interruptions] [Vocal Character: bright female semi-rap, teasing whispers and soaring melodic hooks with female gang responses] [Instrumentation: springy bass anchors the groove; synth plucks answer vocals; distorted guitars reinforce major impacts] [Intro: a rubbery three-note synth motif establishes the hook; close spoken voice interrupts before the beat] I was going to be sensible. Yeah. That lasted. [Verse 1: sparse syncopated bass and drums; teasing semi-rap leaves gaps for synth answers] Had a whole speech ready Lost it halfway up the stairs Someone asked what happened I said, “Have you got a chair?” Been behaving for a week now Been a pleasure to be round Got a smile in every picture Got a headache from the sound Of my own voice saying “No, it’s fine” Somebody take this drink I need both hands tonight [Pre-Chorus: synth phrases shorten; percussion builds while bass holds back the release] Move the table Let me through I’ve got something Stupid to do [Chorus: release into four-on-the-floor kicks and buzzing synth chords; soaring lead with female gang doubles on “Getting wild”] Getting wild Getting worse at sitting still I was trying to have a good night Now I think I actually will Getting wild Turn it up another round Had a lot to say before this Can’t remember any of it now [Post-Chorus: cut all instruments; she interrupts herself with sudden spoken excitement] Wait— Ooh, I love this part! [Instrumental Break: unleash the three-note motif as a jagged synth riff; chopped breakbeats answer its accents] [Verse 2: pull back to springy bass and broken drums; quick playful semi-rap with brief pauses between thoughts] One shoe underneath the speaker One friend saying, “That’s enough” I’m explaining to a houseplant Why I don’t believe in love Then I’m crying at a love song Then I’m asking who put it on Then I’m standing on the sofa Singing every word wrong You can tell me in the morning You can show me what I did If I look like I enjoyed it Send me that particular bit [Pre-Chorus: rebuild faster with rising percussion; cut the final beat before the chorus] Move the table Watch your drink I’ve been thinking Let’s not think— [Chorus: restore the full dance pulse; synth answers weave between sustained lead phrases] Getting wild Getting worse at sitting still I was trying to have a good night Now I think I actually will Getting wild Turn it up another round Had a lot to say before this Can’t remember any of it now [Bridge: collapse to toy piano carrying the synth motif; voice becomes close and conversational] Wait. Is everybody looking? Good. I’ve been difficult to live with. Mostly for me. [Whisper: toy piano stops; leave a breath of silence before the return] Let me have this song. [Final Chorus: bass and four-on-the-floor kicks return together; expand harmonies, gang doubles and restless drum fills] Getting wild Getting worse at sitting still I was trying to have a good night Now I know I actually will Getting wild Let the neighbours learn the words I spent all week saying nothing Now the whole damn street has heard [Outro: abruptly stop the dance groove; one toy-piano note answers the spoken question] Where’s my other shoe?