MY FATHER TURNED IT UP
Learned to sing from cassettes his father played in a taxi for thirty years
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: People who appreciate subtle, understated emotional narratives about family and cultural change, particularly those with a connection to Hong Kong.
Exhibit: “Some things get smaller the second you describe them.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 2.0s
- length
- 3:17
- words
- 252
- clichés
- 0
- language
- Ca
most sung: “turned” ×17 · “ngo” ×4 · “keoi” ×4
shared with the crate: 14 other songs use “street”
lyrics
(daai sing di) Ngo dik cong pin hai keoi ge dik si lei bo My record played in his taxi on a Tuesday in October Keoi mou wa je, keoi zi hai daai sing di He said nothing at all. He only turned it up. Thirty years of cassettes teaching me a city And one volume knob answering everything at once That is the entire conversation we have ever needed He turned it up, turned it up, he turned it up, turned it up There are men who cannot say it and can only make it louder He turned it up, turned it up, he turned it up, turned it up And the whole street heard what he could not tell me Hoeng gong bin dak hou faai, zeoi paai mou zo The city keeps changing its name while we are asleep Ngo dei ge go, hai gau dei tou ge dei tou Our songs are maps to rooms that have already moved Ngo mou man keoi. Ngo wing jyun dou m wui man. I did not ask him about it. I never will. That is the arrangement. Some things get smaller the second you describe them. He turned it up, turned it up, he turned it up, turned it up There are men who cannot say it and can only make it louder He turned it up, turned it up, he turned it up, turned it up And the whole street heard what he could not tell me (daai sing di...)