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RIOT SEASON

ONE CLAP

Played to eleven people for six years and then to eleven thousand in one summer

style

  • indie rock
  • stadium rock
  • driving guitars
  • anthemic chorus
  • male baritone
  • urgent and rousing
  • big live drums
  • singalong energy
  • festival scale
  • british accent

the numbers

bpm
144
key
A# major
energy
0.70
dance
0.94
valence
0.53
vocal at
5.8s
length
2:08
language
En

lyrics

(one clap)

February, Hull, a room above a pub
The sound guy, and his girlfriend, and a dog
The dog left after three, which was fair enough
And she clapped between every single song

One clap, one clap (one clap)
That's where all of it began, one clap
Forty thousand people from one clap
One clap

One clap, one clap, one clap, one clap
Everything we have descends from one clap
One clap, one clap, one clap, one clap
Wherever you are now, this whole thing's yours

She told fourteen people and they came to Leeds
Fourteen became forty and forty became a room
And nobody in the arena on Thursday knows
That all of it came out of one woman and a dog

(crowd chant, no instruments)
We never got her name. Eleven years and we never asked.
That's the one thing I'd go back for. Her name.
(BAND CRASHES IN)

One clap, one clap, one clap, one clap
Everything we have descends from one clap
One clap, one clap, one clap, one clap
Wherever you are now, this whole thing's yours

(one clap!)
ONE CLAP — RIOT SEASON · FERAL