A FESTIVAL ASKED ME IN JUNE
Two months a year the sun does not rise where she lives
vex on it
the runHonest use case: for those who appreciate introspective self-analysis set to atmospheric music, particularly fans of Nordic folk
Exhibit: “And the practice is real and the avoidance is the engine”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.33
- vocal at
- 3.1s
- length
- 3:18
- words
- 186
- clichés
- 0
- language
- No
most sung: “june” ×23 · “avoidance” ×4 · “practice” ×4
lyrics
(they asked in June) Outdoors, midnight sun, good money, four thousand people And I gave them a reason about recording seasons Which is true and is also entirely beside the point The point is that in June a crowd can see my face A festival asked me in June (in June) And I said no, in June For the wrong stated reason, in June In June In June, in June, in June, in June I have built a career out of one avoidance and called it a practice In June, in June, in June, in June And the practice is real and the avoidance is the engine Both are true at once. That is what nobody accepts. The records are good. The dark does make them possible. And I would not need the dark if I were braver, and I am not. In June, in June, in June, in June I have built a career out of one avoidance and called it a practice In June, in June, in June, in June And the practice is real and the avoidance is the engine (both are true...)