Never said proud
Formed in a laundrette, named after a pub that closed before they were born
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 6.8s
- length
- 3:04
- language
- En
lyrics
You stood by the fridge in the blue front room Mum on the sink with the Sunday spoon I brought home marks from the grammar school You nodded once, then changed the fuel But in the biscuit tin by the old armchair There was my photo, folded square You kept it there with the gas bill pile Thumb crease pressed into the smile Never said proud Never said proud Never said proud Never said proud But you kept my face On the kitchen wall, paint peeling wide You hung my shirt on the airing line My name on the back of a bus pass card Still in your coat by the sideyard You never sang it, never made a scene Just mended the hem with a bent machine And that one small thing, plain and true Spoke louder than your quiet ever could Never said proud Never said proud Never said proud Never said proud But you kept my face When the house went thin in February rain I found that tin and I said your name No big speech, no clean goodbye Just that photo and your hard-set side Never said proud Never said proud Never said proud Never said proud But you kept my face