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Junie Halloway

NUMBER SEVEN

Wrote her first album in a car outside her ex-best-friend's house

style

  • pop punk
  • alt pop
  • crunchy distorted guitars
  • punchy live drums
  • young female vocal
  • sneering then vulnerable
  • huge shouted chorus
  • diary-honest
  • glossy but raw
  • american accent

the numbers

bpm
89
key
C# major
energy
0.69
dance
0.94
valence
0.55
vocal at
7.8s
length
1:37
language
En

lyrics

(number seven)

He died in February and I never sent the letter
I wrote it in the autumn and I sat on it all winter
I had four months and a working set of hands
And a stamp costs nothing and I did not send it

Number seven (number seven)
It's still in there, number seven
Addressed to a dead man, number seven
Number seven

Number seven, number seven, number seven, number seven
There is no version of this where I get it right
Number seven, number seven, number seven, number seven
I had the words in August and I kept them to myself

I'm sending it to Marion. On paper. To the house.
She should know what he was to me. She should get to know.
It's late. It's four months late. It is not too late for her.
(BAND EXPLODES)

Number seven, number seven, number seven, number seven
There is no version of this where I get it right
Number seven, number seven, number seven, number seven
I had the words in August and I kept them to myself

(send it...)
NUMBER SEVEN — Junie Halloway · FERAL