Petrol in a Whisky Bottle
From the northeast, moved to the capital, and plays village music at 3am club sets
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 3.3s
- length
- 2:57
- language
- Th
lyrics
(a two-stroke engine kicks, kicks, catches) Okay okay — full tank... half tank. Bpai! Three hundred k's of red dirt road My old bike whines just like a fan Your mama's mangoes are my load Green ones — I'm a careful man (bpai! bpai!) A buffalo blocks the whole lane (he is not moving) I show him your photo — he moves (even he approves) Faen jaa, I'm on my way Faen jaa, I'm on my way (nee! all the way!) Broke down twice but not my heart Faen jaa, I'm on my way Faen jaa, I'm on my way I pushed my bike two k's uphill Bought gas poured from a whisky bottle The auntie laughed: for love, no bill — Then charged me double on the throttle (aroi mai? — not now, auntie!) Faen jaa, I'm on my way Faen jaa, I'm on my way (nee! all the way!) Broke down twice but not my heart Faen jaa, I'm on my way Faen jaa, I'm on my way I see the temple fair from here (the lights, the lights) Save me one dance, faen jaa And one sweet mango bite Faen jaa, I'm on my way Faen jaa, I'm on my way (nee! all the way!) Broke down twice but not my heart Faen jaa, I'm on my way Faen jaa, I'm on my way (the kickstand clicks) (bpai... bpai... okay, walking now)