RUST ON THE GATE
Has played the same closing song for thirty years and it gets longer every year
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: People who appreciate a long, contemplative tribute to a departed loved one in a southern rock style.
Exhibit: “Some squeaks are how the dead Still get their say”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.84
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 2.2s
- length
- 7:59
- words
- 249
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “gate” ×14 · “swings” ×13 · “rust” ×12
shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door”
lyrics
(a gate swings on a dry hinge) (mmm... mmm...) Daddy's boots are by the door Nobody's moved them since the spring The dog still checks the truck at four Still waits to hear the keychain ring (it don't ring, it don't ring) Forty acres going wild The way he never let them go (let 'em grow, let 'em grow) There's rust on the gate, but it swings Rust on the gate, but it swings He built it to outlast his hands Rust on the gate, but it swings Rust on the gate, but it swings (swing low, swing slow) I found his list on the workbench shelf Fix the pump. Call your mother. Rest. He never got around to that last one himself So I'm resting for us both, I guess (rest easy, rest easy) There's rust on the gate, but it swings Rust on the gate, but it swings He built it to outlast his hands Rust on the gate, but it swings Rust on the gate, but it swings (the organ carries him home) (mmm... mmm...) I oiled the hinge on Sunday Then I wiped the oil away (left it be) Some squeaks are how the dead Still get their say There's rust on the gate, but it swings! Rust on the gate, but it swings He built it to outlast his hands Rust on the gate, but it swings Rust on the gate, but it swings (evening comes on slow) (and the gate has its say)