triple j's Like A Version

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Welcome to the Native - Huiarangi & Tanekaha

Midnight breath…
Neon sweat…
Yeah…

I feel you movin’… slow through the dark
My heart beatin’… matchin’ your spark

I feel you movin’ closer in the night
Heartbeat sync with the flashin’ lights
Every step you take, I feel that flame
Every glance you give, you speak my name

You pull me deep with no words said
Touchin’ nerves I ain’t touched in my head
No brakes now, this ain’t pretend
You open doors I ain’t meant to defend

Room’s too hot, but I don’t cool down
This ain’t dance, this how kings wear crowns
Rhythm draggin’, thick in the air
I see your shadow, but you already there

Feel the heat, we’re spinnin’ round
Every beat lifts me off the ground
Close your eyes, let the music play
Take me away… take me away

Bodies lock like secrets shared
Every move answers what we don’t dare
Your breath on skin, it writes in code
We don’t talk, but the silence explodes

Glass on the table, sweat on the lip
Bass too low, but we still let it rip
Nothin' compares, this pressure divine
You spin once and I leave time behind

Streetlights flicker, moon lean slow
You ride the beat like it's all you know
I slow the heart to match your wave
Every second here, I wanna stay

Time slow…
We heavy in this glow
Gravity don’t work
And the floor too soft to know

You pull me out of myself
Like smoke from the wood grain
Like heat from a system knockin’ slow
We stay locked… in the overflow

Close…
Lower…
Breath on breath…
Slower…
Hands like vinyl, spin me again
Scratch the silence, stretch the end

You turn, and the world turn too
We hit a rhythm that the clocks can’t chew
Weightless motion, heavy intent
Every pulse feel like time well spent

I don’t chase, I coast through fire
You light paths I ain’t never admired
Now I’m stuck in a groove I don’t fear
Swear your name sound different in my ear

Feel the heat, we’re spinnin’ round
Every beat lifts me off the ground
Close your eyes, let the music play
Take me away… take me away

Night don’t end…
We just floatin’ through it…
Slower…
Slower…
Slower…


Feel the heat (Texas Wave Rap reload)

This song is a lyrical exorcism—an intimate reckoning with a love that lingers like a virus in the bloodstream. Blending Southern Gothic imagery with glitchy digital metaphors, it paints the narrator as both wound and witness, haunting the body and soul of someone who tried to forget. The verses pulse with feverish metaphors (“boilerman pumpin’ your veins,” “shadow stitched in your spine”), while the chorus hits like a poisoned lullaby—“You sip your peace, but I spike the glass.” It’s a sonic ghost story, where memory refuses to die and love is the sickness that won’t confess.

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