SUNDAYS ARE STILL MINE
Sings at his family's seafood restaurant on Sundays and has never told his label
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 0.8s
- length
- 3:07
- language
- Ko
lyrics
(ilyoil) Gyeyakseo-e ilyoil-eun eopseotda, geugeol nan bwatda There is no Sunday in the contract. I checked. Twice. In a car. Geuraeseo ilyoil-eun nae geosida, beopjeog-euro So Sundays are legally mine, which is a stupid way to love someone And I sing badly there, on purpose, where the light is bad Between the tanks and the tiles and the smell of the sea For eleven people who came for the fish Sundays are still mine, still mine, Sundays are still mine Everything else has a number attached and this does not Sundays are still mine, still mine, Sundays are still mine And the room does not know it is a room I need Abeoji-neun nae eumak-eul deutji anneunda My father does not listen to my records. Not one of them. Geureonde ilyoil-ye-neun hangsang ui-ja-reul dwiro ppaenda But on Sundays he always pulls a chair back before I arrive Geuge geu saram-i mal-haneun bangsig-ida. That is how he says it. A chair, moved, before anyone asks. And I have built an entire career trying to be understood that clearly. Sundays are still mine, still mine, Sundays are still mine Everything else has a number attached and this does not Sundays are still mine, still mine, Sundays are still mine And the room does not know it is a room I need (ilyoil...)