Kitchen Radio
Still plays the eighty-dollar guitar he bought at nineteen and refuses better ones
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 8.8s
- length
- 4:12
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental, warm) The radio's been broken since about ninety-eight You never got it fixed and neither did I We hum the songs we think are probably on And get them wrong and never wonder why Thirty-one years of mornings (of mornings) Same chair, same cup, same light You put your hand flat on the table And I put mine on top, all right Kitchen radio, kitchen radio Playing nothing and we sing along to it Kitchen radio, kitchen radio Every song we've got, we made it up They tell you love goes quiet and they mean it as a warning Nobody warns you quiet is the good part I have played to two thousand people in a shed in Tulsa And I'd trade the lot for one more silent morning (solo guitar, imperfect) Marry me again. Same kitchen. No guests. You'll say I'm being ridiculous. Say yes anyway. (BAND BACK IN) Kitchen radio, kitchen radio Playing nothing and we sing along to it Kitchen radio, kitchen radio Every song we've got, we made it up (kitchen radio...)