RUST
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
vex on it
the runHonest use case: People who appreciate quiet introspection on loss and the passage of time in relationships.
Exhibit: “Some things wear out from too much love / And some from not enough”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 162
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.40
- vocal at
- 1.2s
- length
- 3:44
- words
- 179
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “we're” ×10 · “rusting” ×10 · “don't” ×5
shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door” · 35 other songs use “rain”
lyrics
Her ring sleeps in the soap dish now More nights than on her hand We move like strangers round the house Two ghosts on borrowed land Nobody yells, nobody cries There ain't no slamming door Just the slow goodbye of eyes That don't meet anymore We're rusting, we're rusting Like the porch swing chain We're rusting, we're rusting Standing in the rain Nothing snapped and nothing tore We just don't swing no more We're rusting, we're rusting And rust don't feel no pain The dog still sleeps between our feet He don't know what we've learned In church we share the same old seat And sing like nothing's burned I found a list she wrote to me Back nineteen years ago Said "milk and bread and batteries" And "kiss me when you're home" The paper's soft as moth wings now I keep it in my truck Some things wear out from too much love And some from not enough We're rusting, we're rusting Lord, rust don't make a sound We're rusting, we're rusting Till both chains hit the ground