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Emma Robinson

NANA RANG HIM

Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic

style

  • surf pop punk
  • bright pop rock
  • jangly surf guitar
  • punchy live drums
  • young female vocal sunny and slightly frantic
  • huge singalong chorus
  • handclaps
  • optimistic chaos
  • glossy but raw
  • american accent

the numbers

bpm
117
key
C# major
energy
0.67
dance
0.90
valence
0.59
vocal at
6.1s
length
1:38
language
En

lyrics

(she rang him!)

She waited seven weeks and then she got the phone
She didn't ask me first, she didn't ask at all
She rang the boy who broke it off and moved to Leeds
To check that he was eating. That was all.

Nana rang him (rang him)
Behind my back, Nana rang him
Forty minutes on the phone, Nana rang him
Rang him

Nana rang him, Nana rang him, Nana rang him
Not to fix it, just to check, Nana rang him
Nana rang him, Nana rang him, Nana rang him
He's been eating badly. Obviously. He's been eating badly.

She told me in December, like it was the weather.
She said "he's somebody's boy as well, love."
I have not stopped thinking about that since December.
(BAND EXPLODES)

Nana rang him, Nana rang him, Nana rang him
Not to fix it, just to check, Nana rang him
Nana rang him, Nana rang him, Nana rang him
He's been eating badly. Obviously. He's been eating badly.

(somebody's boy...)
NANA RANG HIM — Emma Robinson · FERAL