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THE COLD FRONT

ACCEPT THE CHARGES

Four men in their forties who reformed after twenty years and are better now

style

  • alternative rock
  • loud guitars
  • dynamic quiet-loud
  • driving drums
  • raw male vocal
  • nineties energy with modern low end
  • american accent
  • urgent and cathartic
  • american accent
  • raw

the numbers

bpm
152
key
C major
energy
0.69
dance
0.95
valence
0.43
vocal at
3.4s
length
2:48
language
En

lyrics

(a phone rings once, twice)

The robot always asks the same
Will you accept the charges? — yes
Two hundred miles, a chain-link frame
You sound smaller than I'd guess

I don't tell you about the snow
(the snow, the snow)
Piling on the Nova, slow

I accept (I accept) the charges, all of them
I accept (I accept) the mess we're from
I accept (I accept) your call, again, again
I accept (I accept) till they send you home

Your denim jacket's on my chair
It smells of engine oil and smoke
I start the Nova, say a prayer
Let it idle like we spoke

Three more Christmases, they said
(they said, they said)
I'll keep a light on in the shed
(your amp's still in the shed)

I accept (I accept) the charges, all of them
I accept (I accept) the mess we're from
I accept (I accept) your call, again, again
I accept (I accept) till they send you home

(a dial tone, then quiet)
Call Sunday. I'll accept.