Nan says no
Sound engineer by trade who mixes for the physical feeling first and the tune second
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.62
- vocal at
- 1.4s
- length
- 3:29
- language
- En
lyrics
Nan at the sink, blue cardigan on Biscuit tin shut by half past one She clocks the boy in the front room light Says, “Love him if you want, but I don’t think he’s right” Teacup lip chipped, red saucer stained She folds that paper, keeps the page well-tamed You bring her roses, she still looks past Says every clapping hand can kiss her glass She taps the table, three hard knocks Keys in the bowl and the back door locks If the whole room cheers, she just sits still Nan’s got a look that can cut through the grill Nan says no Nan says no Nan says no Nan says no Saturday bus stop, rain on the brim She sees him waiting and she waves at him “Nice coat, son,” then she turns away “Still not the one, not today” She irons shirts on a green plastic board Listens to the kettle, then she wants no more If you say “he’s sound,” she’ll raise one brow “Love, I’m not clapping for that pal now” Nan says no Nan says no Nan says no Nan says no At half past nine, the clock face glows She leans by the window, lets the answer show He stands in the yard with a bunch of flowers She shakes her head for a solid four hours Nan says no Nan says no Nan says no Nan says no