Paper cup kindness
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 13.3s
- length
- 3:41
- language
- En
lyrics
Rain on my collar at six past eight Taxi rank mud and a heavy gate My phone was dead and my head was bare Cold bread in my bag and bills nowhere You tapped my shoulder by the bakery line Said, “Hold this shade, brother, take your time” You gave me change and a plastic spoon Like you knew my week was broken in two I was low, low, low On the wrong side of the road Then you said, “Keep moving” And my chest let go Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness At Bree Taxi rank, the vendor called me back You bought two koeksisters in a brown paper sack Your shoes were scuffed, your shirt was light blue But you still shared what little you knew You asked my name, then you laughed out loud Said, “Brother, one bad day don’t own this crowd” When the clouds broke open near half past nine You walked me to Metrorail and stood in line Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness Just a stranger with a steady hand On a messy day in Jozi land You made room where the hurt could rest Left your warmth on my chest Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness Paper cup kindness