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Emma Robinson

CHRISTMAS DINNER

Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic

style

  • surf pop punk
  • bright pop rock
  • jangly surf guitar
  • punchy live drums
  • young female vocal sunny and slightly frantic
  • huge singalong chorus
  • handclaps
  • optimistic chaos
  • glossy but raw
  • american accent

the numbers

bpm
123
key
C# major
energy
0.67
dance
0.95
valence
0.57
vocal at
3.1s
length
2:09
language
En

lyrics

(one two three four!)

My mother has invited the man who took my car
To Christmas dinner, at our house, with the family
She has put him next to Nana. Next to Nana.
Nana who once made a priest cry, casually

Christmas dinner (dinner)
He's coming to Christmas dinner
He fixed her boiler, Christmas dinner
Dinner

Christmas dinner, Christmas dinner
Everybody's wrong about him except everyone
Christmas dinner, Christmas dinner
I was the last to know and I'm the one he stole from

He remembers all our dogs by name, all four, alive and dead
He brought my sister's kid a thing he made from wood
A WOODEN THING. He makes wooden things. In his spare time.
Nobody has ever been this suspiciously good

Okay so this is bad. Nope. Nope nope nope.
(pause)
He asked my dad's permission. For the car. Retroactively.
In February. Nobody told me. This is fine. This is fine.
(BAND EXPLODES)

Christmas dinner, Christmas dinner
Everybody's wrong about him except everyone
Christmas dinner, Christmas dinner
I was the last to know and I'm the one he stole from

(this is fine!)