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Emma Robinson

SOMEBODY'S BOY

Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic

style

  • surf pop punk
  • bright pop rock
  • jangly surf guitar
  • punchy live drums
  • young female vocal sunny and slightly frantic
  • huge singalong chorus
  • handclaps
  • optimistic chaos
  • glossy but raw
  • american accent

the numbers

bpm
112
key
G# major
energy
0.67
dance
0.91
valence
0.61
vocal at
0.6s
length
1:47
language
En

lyrics

(somebody's boy)

She said it like it wasn't anything at all
Between the kettle and the biscuits, in December
She said he's somebody's boy as well, love
And went back to the crossword like she hadn't moved the world

Somebody's boy (somebody's boy)
He's somebody's boy, somebody's boy
So am I to somebody, somebody's boy
Somebody's boy

Somebody's boy, somebody's boy, somebody's boy
Nana ruined being angry in eleven words
Somebody's boy, somebody's boy, somebody's boy
And I have not been able to get it back since

She made a priest cry in nineteen eighty-four.
She is not a soft woman. She has never once been soft.
That is exactly why it landed. Soft people say things like that.
(BAND EXPLODES)

Somebody's boy, somebody's boy, somebody's boy
Nana ruined being angry in eleven words
Somebody's boy, somebody's boy, somebody's boy
And I have not been able to get it back since

(somebody's boy...)
SOMEBODY'S BOY — Emma Robinson · FERAL