N29
Learned to mix on a pirate radio station that broadcast from a tower block for eleven years
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 10.3s
- length
- 7:59
- language
- En
lyrics
(static, then signal) Yes yes — top deck massive! (oi oi!) Three quid left and my ears still ring Rave sweat drying but my chest still sings Ticket crumpled up in my fist Front-left seat, top deck — pure bliss (brap! brap!) Even the foxes rave tonight Bins knocked over left and right (oi, cheeky!) N-twenty-nine! Take me home slow N-twenty-nine! Sunrise in tow N-twenty-nine! Last of the glow N-twenty-nine! Every stop's an encore (ding! — the bell) A stranger hums the same damn tune Same club stamp, fresh from the same room We nod — that's British for mad night Then ride in comfortable half-light (safe, bruv) (safe) Chips on my knees at half past four The city's mine from the top floor (vinegar steam) (the bell dings twice) N-twenty-nine! Take me home slow N-twenty-nine! Sunrise in tow N-twenty-nine! Last of the glow N-twenty-nine! Every stop's an encore (rewind! again!) My stop. Easy, driver. Bless. (N-twenty-nine... nine... nine...) (static swallows the sub)