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Sophie Powers - Better on Mute

Sophie Powers
Better On Mute

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Sophie Powers’ new self-doubt anthem is a stomper with a great punch in the chorus as Powers says you don’t need to put her down in the comments section, as she’ll do it herself.

Musically, it’s all here. The song has a sparky rhythm, switching from a whispered verse to a sweet melody in the pre-chorus. The instrumentation ratchets up for the chorus, and the vocal pushes harder than in the verse to increase the pop.

The song sounds great, but the lyrics are properly solid. They tell the story, with an occasional smart reference fans will enjoy. The chorus also switches out the hook of ‘I don’t really need your help’ towards the end, which is a small detail that adds the extra flourish that makes the song even better.

In terms of the theme, it’s calling out those poor souls who lack the intelligence to realize that saying something on the Internet is talking out loud. If you’re a dick in the comments section, you’re a dick in real life my friend. Additionally, if you have a friend who posts degrading comments online, trust me they are talking about you the same way behind your back – act accordingly.

Despite all the self-doubt, Sophie Powers has delivered another amazing crossover hit anthem.

Watch Sophie Powers – ‘Better On Mute’.

Better On Mute Lyrics

Half asleep
Standing at my own wake
Silly me
Kicked the bucket but it felt great
What a dream
Smile while my soul breaks
Nineteen
But I still miss the old days
I’ll be alright
Just kidding
keep up
We’re all indifferent
And I’m no different
Standing in sand I’m sinking
These intrusive thoughts keep winning
They tell me

You’ll never be who you want
I think that you should give up
I rip myself down enough
For the both of us

You don’t gotta tell me I’m trash
Better on mute
Fuck you I’ll do it myself
I don’t really need your help
I don’t really need your help
I’ll do it myself
You don’t gotta tell me I’m cringe
And an
Ego-centric bitch
I’ll do it myself
I don’t really need your help
To put me through hell
I’ll do it myself

Phone screen so bright
I might go blind
Stop me dead in my tracks
Like a road sign
Caught up in my Head again
I’m dead again
Take my
Revenge all red again
Princess vibes but I gotta play the bad guy
I could still stir the pot with my hands tied
Listen
I built this prison
I live in
These intrusive thoughts keep winning
They tell me

You’ll never be who you want
I think that you should give up
I rip myself down enough
For the both of us

You don’t gotta tell me I’m trash
Better on mute
Fuck you I’ll do it myself
I don’t really need your help
I don’t really need your help
I’ll do it myself
You don’t gotta tell me I’m cringe
And an ego-centric bitch
I’ll do it myself
I don’t really need your help
To put me through hell
I’ll do it myself

Say you wanna be a star
I don’t think you’re built for this life
No I don’t think you are
No I don’t think you are

You don’t gotta tell me I’m trash
Better on mute
Fuck you I’ll do it myself
I don’t really need your help
I don’t really need your help
I’ll do it myself
You don’t gotta tell me I’m cringe
And an ego-centric bitch
I’ll do it myself
I don’t really need your help
To put me through hell
I’ll do it myself

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Steve Fenton writes in our music, words, and culture categories. He was Editor in Chief for The Mag and covered live music for DV8 Magazine and Spill Magazine. He was often found in venues throughout the UK alongside ace-photographer, Mark Holloway. Steve is also a technical writer and programmer and writes gothic fiction. Steve studied Psychology at OSC, and Anarchy in the UK: A History of Punk from 1976-1978 at the University of Reading.
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