Old Coat
Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out
vex on it
the runHonest use case: People who have faced hardship and found resilience, particularly in urban UK environments.
Exhibit: “Fuck every penny that was taken”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.83
- valence
- 0.40
- vocal at
- 9.2s
- length
- 1:57
- words
- 182
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “still” ×26 · “don't” ×5 · “ten” ×3
shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door” · 71 other songs use “night”
lyrics
(808 slides in underneath) Mm. Found my old coat. Found my bus pass in my old coat 2019, face gone thin Same man that the ends wrote off Now they hold the door — come in (let him in, let him in) Mum said keep your head, son (head, son) So I kept it. Job done. Still here — still here Still here — still here (they don't like it) Ten toes where the cold is Still here — still here Still here — still here Got Mum's chain up out the pawn Did the clasp, her hands were shaking Twenty years of nights she worked Fuck every penny that was taken (taken, taken) Still here — still here Still here — still here (they don't like it) Ten toes where the cold is Still here — still here Still here — still here Two funerals this year. Don't ask. (don't ask) I put flowers, then I put graft. Still here — still here Still here — still here (they don't like it) Ten toes where the cold is Still here — still here Still here — still here (still here... still) (a night bus hisses past)