Sprinkler, 1999
Records everything twice and mixes both takes on top of each other on purpose
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- C# major
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 4.7s
- length
- 3:22
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental, overwhelming) The sprinkler hit the fence in the same spot every time Made a dark patch shaped like nothing anybody would name I remember that and not what anyone said (anyone said) Memory is a bad archivist with excellent taste Your house is a colour now (a colour) Not a shape, not a door, just a warm bad photograph Sprinkler, ninety-nine (ninety-nine) The whole summer in one repeating sound Sprinkler, ninety-nine I have never been that bored or that happy We did nothing for eleven weeks and it was everything Concrete, hose water, the smell of hot fence paint Somebody's radio, somebody's mother calling (mother calling) I would give a year of now for one hour of that (clean, close, no reverb) I looked the street up. It's all still there. I didn't go. (WALL OF GUITARS RETURNS) Sprinkler, ninety-nine (ninety-nine) The whole summer in one repeating sound Sprinkler, ninety-nine I have never been that bored or that happy (ninety-nine...)