Oma says no
His father raved in the 90s and he is doing it louder to make a point
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.77
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 0.1s
- length
- 3:34
- language
- Du
lyrics
At the kitchen table, she cuts the pears Blue rinse hair by the tiled stairs She points at his shoes by the door Says, “I’ve seen that grin before” He parks by the ferry, ten past eight Chrome on the bike, and a crooked gait She folds her arms, taps her cup Says, “Boy, that face is all bluffed up” She leans by the sink, all bone and steel “One look from me, that’s the deal” She shakes that spoon in a jam-jar light Then laughs, “Not him, not tonight” Oma says no Oma says no Oma says no Oma says no She sees that coat She shuts that door Oma says no Oma says no By the trams at Blaak, he tried his chance Red scarf tied wrong, cheap cologne on his pants She saw his ring on the bakery shelf Then said, “You bring that mess yourself” At half past nine, she mashed the mash White plate, brown gravy, one loud clash She took one sip, looked up slow Said, “That one? No, no, no” Oma says no Oma says no Oma says no Oma says no She sees that coat She shuts that door Oma says no Oma says no In the hall, with the umbrella stand She grabs my sleeve with her flour hand “Boy, keep your feet on the floor” Then she laughs, “I still know more” Oma says no Oma says no Oma says no Oma says no She sees that coat She shuts that door Oma says no Oma says no