Still in the drawer
Sings rebetiko melodies over drum machines and considers it a form of haunting
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.49
- vocal at
- 2.4s
- length
- 4:25
- language
- Gr
lyrics
Ink bled through the page On a saucer by the sink I folded your name in rage Then hid it where I don’t think Your stamp lies in the drawer Under keys and an old receipt The paper keeps score Of the train I missed on Egnatia Street I touch the edge of the file See my own name under dust The clock on the oven is still And the envelope turns to rust Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer The lamp by the mirror burns low Over tiles with a cracked blue line I never let the ink dry slow I never made it yours or mine A coffee ring on the wood A red thread caught in the seam I wrote what I never could And shut it under the dream I hear the drawer complain When the spoon hits the tray Your words move like rain Then sink in the paper tray Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I opened it once in May By the ferry tickets and salt Your corner had gone gray But the silence kept its vault Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer