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NORTHERN LIGHTS CLUB

COUNT TO EIGHT

Three of them in a basement in Glasgow who make bright music about being frightened

vex on it

the run

Honest use case: People who appreciate pop music with a strong narrative and emotional core, especially those who connect with themes of self-control and past trauma.

Exhibit: “And I have built a life around the eight-count and the wall.”

style

  • synth-pop
  • bright analog synths
  • huge delayed drop
  • clear emotive female vocal
  • driving arpeggio
  • enormous tension build into euphoric release
  • scottish accent
  • luminous and urgent
  • scottish accent
  • urgent

the numbers

bpm
136
key
D major
energy
0.70
dance
0.95
valence
0.61
vocal at
2.9s
length
3:14
words
197
clichés
0
language
En

most sung: “eight” ×14 · “count” ×12 · “said” ×7

lyrics

(count to eight)

There's a thing I do in arguments where I go completely still
And you have said it's frightening and I've said that isn't fair
And the truth is I am counting and I count until I will
Not say the thing that ends it, and I've never told you there

Eight. It's always eight. I get to eight and I can speak.
And you think it's coldness and it's the opposite of that.

Count to eight, count to eight, that's the whole of my defence
Everything I've never said to you was said inside that gap
Count to eight, count to eight, and it doesn't make much sense
Till you know what's on the other side of it and what I'd snap

My father didn't count. My father said it all.
And I have built a life around the eight-count and the wall.

Count to eight, count to eight, that's the whole of my defence
Everything I've never said to you was said inside that gap
Count to eight, count to eight, and it doesn't make much sense
Till you know what's on the other side of it and what I'd snap

(eight)