I held my tongue, I held my tongue

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bpm

129

key

C major

energy

0.73

dance

0.88

valence

0.51

vocal at

6.4s

length

3:41

language

En

lyrics

For three full weeks I folded that talk

By the dawn of Monday, I still would not walk

I stood by the sewing machine, thread in my hand

You came with your bowl, and I cooled where I stand

At Kejetia corner, I watched the red bus roll

My words sat in my throat like coins in a bowl

I rehearsed your name while the yam boiled slow

Then you laughed at the radio, and I let it go

I turned the spoon twice, and I breathed in steam

I saved every line like a page in a dream

But when you looked up, with pepper on your sleeve

My brave little speech had nowhere to leave

I held my tongue, I held my tongue

I held my tongue, I held my tongue

Sharp words on my lips, then they were gone

I held my tongue, I held my tongue

On Tuesday I practiced behind the blue gate

By the plastic chair, I would count to eight

I lined up my reasons on the tin roof’s beat

But your sandals by the doorway made my knees weak

At Suame roundabout, I bought one orange bag

And a sachet of water with a bent blue tag

I planned my whole case on the taxi back home

Then you asked for salt, and I left it alone

I held my tongue, I held my tongue

I held my tongue, I held my tongue

Sharp words on my lips, then they were gone

I held my tongue, I held my tongue

Now the plantain sizzles, and the kettle sings

Your blouse hangs by the window on the clothesline string

Maybe that argument was only my pride

A shoe by the mat, and the whole thing died

I held my tongue, I held my tongue

I held my tongue, I held my tongue

Sharp words on my lips, then they were gone

I held my tongue, I held my tongue