LAST DRYER ON THE LEFT
Three men who record in a shed in the desert and refuse to release anything made in a city
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.37
- vocal at
- 6.3s
- length
- 3:42
- language
- En
lyrics
(a dryer door swings shut) (mm... two a.m.) The laundromat at two a.m. Just you, just me, the humming gems One dryer left — the far one, west We split the load, we share the rest Your t-shirts turning with my own (around, around) The warmest place this town has known Fold it slow, fold it slow Nowhere better we could go Fold it slow, fold it slow Warm cotton in the neon glow (slow, slow) Fold it slow A sock jumps static to your sleeve It shocks my hand — I don't believe I laughed so hard at half past two At nothing, which was really you Fold it slow, fold it slow Nowhere better we could go Fold it slow, fold it slow Warm cotton in the neon glow The cycle ends, the drum winds down (wind down, wind down) The quietest music in this town We could go home — we both know when Or put the same load in again Fold it slow, fold it slow Fold it slow, fold it slow (slow... slow...) (the last dryer clicks to rest) (mm... one more cycle)