Keep the voicemail
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 7.5s
- length
- 3:23
- language
- En
lyrics
I kept your voice in my blue Nokia June rain on the taxi window, Sandton to the yard Your last word cracked when the signal cut near Boksburg Now the screen lights up once, and I hold it in my hand Seven-thirty, I press play again My thumb on the crack, your laugh in the frame A plastic chair, cold plate, kettle on low You moved so far, but your voice stays close Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail I hear your breath on the line I let it live in my phone Your name sits small next to three missed calls Dust on the charger, red light by the wall I walk past Jeppe with your message in my ear You said, “I’m coming back,” then the line went clear Seven-thirty, I press play again My thumb on the crack, your laugh in the frame A plastic chair, cold plate, kettle on low You moved so far, but your voice stays close Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail I hear your breath on the line I let it live in my phone Saturday noon, I almost delete it Then I hear your “hello” and I can’t do it My phone in my palm, the back cover loose One little recording, and I still choose you Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail Keep the voicemail I hear your breath on the line I let it live in my phone