DON'T FINISH ME
Trained in opera, thrown out for improvising, and has never once sung a song the same way twice
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- E major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 25.3s
- length
- 2:32
- language
- En
lyrics
(a match strike, candles catching) Paint me again. I have nothing but time. This is my eleventh portrait now I do not need a single one I've sold the horses and the plough To watch you mix vermilion Linseed oil and turpentine (ahh... ahh...) The only scent I call divine Don't finish me! (don't finish me!) Leave my left hand as a ghost Don't finish me! (don't finish me!) It's the sitting I love most Don't finish me! (don't finish me!) Mix the morning into night Don't finish me! (don't finish me!) Or I'll commission you for life The velvet chaise has worn to grey Where I have posed a thousand hours You said we're nearly done today So I knocked over the flowers What happens to a muse When the varnish dries? (dries, dries, dries) I refuse (I refuse, I refuse) Don't finish me! (don't finish me!) Leave my left hand as a ghost Don't finish me! (don't finish me!) It's the sitting I love most Don't finish me! (don't finish me!) Mix the morning into night Don't finish me! (don't finish me!) Or I'll commission you for life (a brush drops in a jar) Tomorrow. Same light. Same chair. Forever.