FORTY-THREE SECONDS
Made her first tape on breaks at a call centre and kept the job for two years after signing
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.36
- vocal at
- 8.7s
- length
- 3:40
- language
- En
lyrics
(a phone buzzes once, face-down) I still pay your phone bill. (mmm) Your voicemail's forty-three seconds You laugh at thirty-two, on cue I ration it like medicine One listen when the month feels new (on cue, on cue) They tried to shut your number down (they tried) I pay nineteen to keep it around (around, around) Pick up, pick up I know that you can't pick up Pick up, pick up Nineteen a month for your "what's up" (what's up... what's up...) Your mother called me in the snow Asked soft, "you still have him, eh?" I held the phone up, let it go We didn't speak the whole replay (eh... eh...) If they ever cut the line I'll still hear it fine Thirty-two seconds in That dumb laugh, that grin (don't cut the line) Pick up, pick up Heaven's got awful signal, pick up Pick up, pick up Laugh one more time, then hang up (hang up... don't) (a dial tone) Talk soon.