ROW Z
Sings the last song of the night in a theatre where nobody stays for the last song
vex on it
the runHonest use case: People who have experienced profound loss and find solace in dramatic, mournful reflection.
Exhibit: “If any note can reach that far — It's yours.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 8.4s
- length
- 3:29
- words
- 174
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “encore” ×10 · “far” ×4 · “past” ×4
shared with the crate: 37 other songs use “car” · 8 other songs use “ghost” · 90 other songs use “light”
lyrics
(a single seat creaks in the dark) They swept the stage an hour ago The ghost light's on, the house is low Your seat's the one that folded up There's still a ring from your paper cup (hollow, hollow) I took my bow to no one there (no one) Applause is only moving air You don't come back for the encore No matter how long I implore The encore was written for you The encore, sung into the blue (encore... encore...) I kept your ticket stub, Row Z You liked it far, you liked to see You said the last row hears it whole Every echo, every soul (every soul) So I sing past the rigging, past the doors Past the car park, past the shores If any note can reach that far — (that far, that far) It's yours. You don't come back for the encore No matter how long I implore The encore was written for you The encore, sung into the blue (encore... encore...) Goodnight, my last row. (the ghost light hums)