Just me, mate
Sound engineer by trade who mixes for the physical feeling first and the tune second
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.61
- vocal at
- 8.3s
- length
- 3:16
- language
- En
lyrics
Kettle on at half past ten Blue plate, one fork, one tin of beans Curtains shut, I locked the den Birthday card face down on the machine I left the phone in the hall by the bin Six cans cold in the brown paper bag One cheap cake with the icing in I chose this silence, and I’m glad Bristol rain taps the glass again Bus goes by on Cheltenham Road I’m good right here on my own again Let the whole day move slow Just me, mate Just me, mate Just me, mate Just me, mate Sock on the chair and a clean white tee Steam from the mug hits the crack in the tile No one’s late and no one checks me I stretch my legs for a while Pressed play on a record, let it crack and spin Found my old key in the bread bin draw Twenty-nine candles, I blew none in No crowd in the room, and I want less more Just me, mate Just me, mate Just me, mate Just me, mate Key in the lock, then I changed my mind Spare room quiet, door shut tight One small cake and the day feels kind I’m alright, I’m alright Just me, mate Just me, mate Just me, mate Just me, mate