SAFARI ROOM
CRYING LIGHTNING – SINGLE
Safari Room (Nashville, indie rock) is releasing a cover of the song “Crying Lightning” by the UK rock legends, Arctic Monkeys, on Friday, October 25th. This cover picks up the tempo and takes the eerie song – about a suspicious suitor – and puts it through the lens of Safari Room’s trademark sound. With exciting and unique production choices, sultry vocals, and wall of sound guitars, this cover honors the original track while delivering flairs of originality.
ABOUT SAFARI ROOM
Safari Room (indie rock collective from Nashville, TN) is an emotive and atmospheric music experience. Combining introspective songwriting with lush instrumentation, Safari Room’s music is both dreamy and raw. Safari Room draws on influences from alternative rock, indie pop, and post-rock, often exploring themes of mental health, personal growth, and relationships.
With three studio albums, two EPs and two live albums under the outfit’s belt, Safari Room has garnered a dedicated following for their immersive live performances and their ability to craft songs that resonate on a personal level. Safari Room’s sound is characterized by sweeping guitars, dynamic arrangements, and Koukol’s evocative vocals, all coming together to create a unique and reflective listening experience.
“CRYING LIGHTNING” CREDITS
Written by Jamie Cook, Matt Helders, Nick O'Malley & Alex Turner
Lyrics by Alex Turner
Produced by Alec Koukol & Cole Yepsen
Alec Koukol: Lead Vocals, BGVs, Electric & Acoustic Guitars,
Bass, Synthesizers, Programming
Austin Drewry: Drums & Percussion
Mixed by Cole Yepsen
Mastered by Preston Cochran
Artwork by Randy Lobato
“CRYING LIGHTNING” LYRICS
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called Crying Lightning
And how you'd like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning
And how you'd like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting, but not half as impossible as everyone assumes you are
Crying Lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning