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TAUGHT MYSELF AT THIRTY

Sings like a folk singer over house drums and refuses to pick a side

vex on it

the run

Honest use case: people who appreciate introspective narratives of overcoming personal, quiet fears, set to an understated electronic backdrop.

Exhibit: “And the first time that I floated I laughed so hard I sank”

style

melodic house
soulful warm male vocal
organic percussion
deep rolling bass
song-led electronic production
emotional and understated
british accent
warm and euphoric
british accent
warm

the numbers

bpm: 123
key: F# major
energy: 0.71
dance: 0.95
valence: 0.45
vocal at: 9.0s
length: 3:13
words: 181
clichés: 0
language: En

most sung: “i'm” ×10 · “learned” ×5 · “late” ×5

lyrics

(at thirty)

I never learned as a kid, my mother had a thing about it
Something happened to her brother in a river in the war
So I sat on every riverbank in Cheshire and I'd doubt it
And at thirty I paid a woman twenty pounds to teach me more

And the first time that I floated I laughed so hard I sank
And she waited at the shallow end and never said a word

I taught myself at thirty what most people know at eight
And I'm not embarrassed by it, I'm just late, I'm only late
Everything I'm frightened of, I'm frightened of on time
And everything I've learned, I've learned about a decade behind

I swim on Tuesday mornings when the pool is nearly bare
Six lengths, badly, laughing. Nobody else is there.

I taught myself at thirty what most people know at eight
And I'm not embarrassed by it, I'm just late, I'm only late
Everything I'm frightened of, I'm frightened of on time
And everything I've learned, I've learned about a decade behind

(only late)