TABLE ELEVEN
Sings her actual diary at a piano and has been asked to tone it down by three separate labels
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: People who feel overlooked or stuck in a social rut, appreciating humor mixed with a touch of melancholy.
Exhibit: “The truth is I've been at that table since I was twenty-three and I've started to suspect that somebody keeps putting me there.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.86
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 0.5s
- length
- 2:13
- words
- 232
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “table” ×8 · “eleven” ×6 · “where” ×4
shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door” · 18 other songs use “fire” · 24 other songs use “kitchen”
lyrics
(table eleven) They put me on the singles table at my cousin's wedding day Table eleven, by the kitchen, with a view of nothing much A man called Colin, two divorcees and a boy of twenty-eight Who told me about his fantasy league and never once said much And there's a seating plan somewhere in a folder Where a woman I have known since I was six Decided this was where I go Table eleven, table eleven, by the door beside the fire Where they put the ones they love but cannot fit in anywhere I have been to nine of these and I'm not getting any higher And I have danced with everybody's dad and I don't even care Colin was quite lovely by dessert, if I am fair And I gave him a fake number, which says more about me there The joke's the easy part. The joke is always easy. The truth is I've been at that table since I was twenty-three and I've started to suspect that somebody keeps putting me there. Right. Brass. Back to it. Table eleven, table eleven, by the door beside the fire Where they put the ones they love but cannot fit in anywhere I have been to nine of these and I'm not getting any higher And I have danced with everybody's dad and I don't even care (everybody's dad!)