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Cormac Blake

FOUR HUNDRED ROOMS

Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week

style

  • celtic folk rock
  • uilleann pipes
  • bodhran
  • driving acoustic guitar
  • male baritone
  • raw and storytelling
  • pub singalong energy
  • anthemic
  • irish accent
  • warm

the numbers

bpm
136
key
D major
energy
0.72
dance
0.95
valence
0.51
vocal at
2.5s
length
3:03
language
En

lyrics

(four hundred rooms)

A young lad asked me how you learn to hold a room
And he wanted a technique, a trick, a thing to practise
And I said you do four hundred funerals, that's it
And he laughed and I did not and he stopped laughing

Four hundred rooms (four hundred)
That's the training, four hundred
There is no other, four hundred
Four hundred

Four hundred rooms, hundred rooms, four hundred rooms
You cannot get it from a stage or from a record
Four hundred rooms, hundred rooms, four hundred rooms
You get it standing near people on the worst day of their lives

He came with me in October. Sat at the back. Watched.
Afterwards he said "I could not do that." And I said "not yet."
He has done nine now. He is getting there. He is getting there.

Four hundred rooms, hundred rooms, four hundred rooms
You cannot get it from a stage or from a record
Four hundred rooms, hundred rooms, four hundred rooms
You get it standing near people on the worst day of their lives

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