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HOLLOW SAINTS

Nothing Happens Here

Formed in a laundrette, named after a pub that closed before they were born

style

  • post-punk
  • gothic rock
  • angular guitars
  • driving bass
  • female alto
  • sardonic and cold
  • sparse production
  • tension and release
  • british accent
  • sardonic

the numbers

bpm
144
key
A minor
energy
0.70
dance
0.95
valence
0.54
vocal at
3.8s
length
2:38
language
En

lyrics

(instrumental, tense)

You said let's go somewhere and I said where
There isn't anywhere, we've been through this
The bus goes to the retail park and back
And that's the whole geography of this

So we sat on the wall (on the wall)
Outside the closed-down Argos
And you put your head against my shoulder
Which was not in the forecast

Nothing happens here
(happens here)
Except that, which just happened, which was something
Nothing happens here
And I've thought of nothing else since Sunday evening

Manchester is forty minutes on a good day
We have never once got on that train together
We talk about it constantly like it's a plan
And stay here on this wall in horrible weather

I'm not going to move to Manchester.
And neither are you. And we both know that.
So put your head back where it was.
(BAND BACK IN, HARDER)

Nothing happens here
(happens here)
Except that, which just happened, which was something
Nothing happens here
And I've thought of nothing else since Sunday evening

(here.)
Nothing Happens Here — HOLLOW SAINTS · FERAL