She don't like it
Played to eleven people for six years and then to eleven thousand in one summer
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 5.0s
- length
- 2:18
- language
- En
lyrics
Grandma in her armchair Knitting needles clickin fast Watching telly judging all there Shadows on the window cast Always got a sour face Never a kind word to say Stuck in her own bitter space Chasin all the joy away Her eyes they narrow A cold hard stare She don't like it She don't like it No she don't like it Never likes anything at all She don't like it She don't like it No she don't like it Always waiting for the fall Sunday dinner full of dread Every bite a silent test Words unsaid hang overhead Putting every soul to rest A cup of tea a biscuit dry No laughter no easy grace Just a deep and heavy sigh A frown upon her ancient face