Second Sunday
Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.37
- vocal at
- 8.7s
- length
- 2:10
- language
- En
lyrics
(second Sunday) Second Sunday of the month, ninety minutes, table eleven He asks about my work and I lie in a very specific way Not big lies, calibrated ones, load-tested lies (load-tested) Enough detail to be real, not enough to be a life he's missing He knows (he knows) He has known since the second visit and he lets me Second Sunday (Sunday, Sunday) Ninety minutes of both of us being generous Second Sunday He protects me from his year and I protect him from mine Four years, forty-eight visits, and we have never once Talked about the four seconds, not one time, not obliquely There is an agreement neither of us proposed out loud (out loud, out loud) Brothers can do that. It is not repression. It is architecture. Last month he asked what I'd do when he gets out. First future tense in four years. I said "we'll see". Which was a lie. I have a plan. I have a flat. (808 RETURNS) Second Sunday (Sunday, Sunday) Ninety minutes of both of us being generous Second Sunday He protects me from his year and I protect him from mine (second Sunday.)