Not for her
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 6.6s
- length
- 3:21
- language
- En
lyrics
Grandma at the Formica table, June heat on the floor Her Bible got a coffee ring, thumbprints by the door She said, "I seen your man at church, he talks too nice by name" Then she folded up the paper like she was snuffing flame She got her cane by the dented stove She shook her head, she made it known If the neighbors clap, let them clap She don't bless it, she don't tap Not for her Not for her Not for her Not for her She keeps her hands on the chair At eight-fifteen, her screen lit up with ten blue hearts A cousin sent a smiling face, she tore it clean apart She tapped her ring on the windowsill, slow, like a measured tone "Everybody can approve," she said, "I still call that my own" She got her cane by the dented stove She shook her head, she made it known If the choir sways, let them sway She don't give ground, she don't pray that way Not for her Not for her Not for her Not for her She keeps her hands on the chair On Saturday, eleven o'clock, she ironed one white scarf Wiped the dust off the family frame, then laughed out one sharp bar She said, "I love you, baby, but I like my judgment hard" And every yes came back like nails when it hit that yard Not for her Not for her Not for her Not for her She keeps her hands on the chair