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Emma Robinson

NANA'S PACKED LUNCH

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
A major
energy
0.67
dance
0.91
valence
0.62
vocal at
1.8s
length
1:53
language
En

lyrics

(one two three four!)

She made me sandwiches for an eleven hour flight
In foil. In September. Egg. She made me egg.
She said the food up there is criminal and thin
And I got stopped at security for soup

Nana's packed lunch (packed lunch)
There was soup in it, packed lunch
Actual soup in a flask, packed lunch
Packed lunch

Nana's packed lunch, packed lunch, Nana's packed lunch
Confiscated by a man called Dave at half past five
Nana's packed lunch, packed lunch, Nana's packed lunch
And she has written him a letter. An actual letter.

She's eighty-one. She got up at four to make it.
Four o'clock, to boil an egg, for a girl who's thirty-two.
Dave has no idea what he threw in that bin. None.
(BAND EXPLODES)

Nana's packed lunch, packed lunch, Nana's packed lunch
Confiscated by a man called Dave at half past five
Nana's packed lunch, packed lunch, Nana's packed lunch
And she has written him a letter. An actual letter.

(poor Dave!)
NANA'S PACKED LUNCH — Emma Robinson · FERAL