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Sinead Rourke

Nineteen Years

Writes exactly what happened and changes only the names, and sometimes not even those

style

  • singer-songwriter
  • folk pop
  • fingerpicked acoustic guitar
  • minimal strings
  • female alto
  • close and unguarded
  • intimate room sound
  • honest
  • irish accent
  • extended epic arrangement

the numbers

bpm
117
key
F minor
energy
0.73
dance
0.86
valence
0.49
vocal at
5.6s
length
7:59
language
En

lyrics

(instrumental)

Nineteen years is longer than most marriages in this town
Longer than my parents managed, considerably longer
And it ended without a single raised voice or stated reason
(stated reason)
Which makes it impossible to write and here I am writing it

There is no third act (no third act)
Just a Tuesday that became a hundred Tuesdays

Nineteen years
(nineteen years)
Gone with less ceremony than a cancelled subscription
Nineteen years
And I still do not know what I did or whether I did

I have written eleven songs looking for the moment
Combing through it like a police file, dating everything
There is no moment. That is the finding. There is no moment.
(is no moment)
Some things end from fatigue and fatigue has no anniversary

March, in town, the phone thing, the rain.
That was not the ending. That was four years after the ending.
I have been mourning a thing that finished while I was busy.

Nineteen years
(nineteen years)
Gone with less ceremony than a cancelled subscription
Nineteen years
And I still do not know what I did or whether I did

(nineteen years...)
Nineteen Years — Sinead Rourke · FERAL