Drive me home
Sings rebetiko melodies over drum machines and considers it a form of haunting
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- B major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 3.4s
- length
- 3:37
- language
- Gr
lyrics
Your keys in the bowl by the thyme and salt, The fan on low makes the window seam move, A paper bag slides near your shoe in the dark, We pass the same gas station; nothing to prove. Your hand stays easy on the gearshift chrome, My ring taps once on the ashtray lid, The road comes clean through the Athenian rain, We speak in the gaps that the silence hid. Drive me home Drive me home Drive me home Drive me home Keep it this way The ferry ticket bends in the glovebox light, A receipt curls soft from the bakery heat, Your sleeve smells faint of soap and bitter orange, The hill rolls by with its white apartment beat. Drive me home Drive me home Drive me home Drive me home Keep it this way At the red on Kifisias, you laugh once, small, I watch your wrist by the cracked plastic dial, No need to fill every inch of the night, We let the engine hold us for a while. Drive me home Drive me home Drive me home Drive me home Keep it this way