Tell me straight
Sound engineer by trade who mixes for the physical feeling first and the tune second
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.63
- vocal at
- 6.7s
- length
- 3:32
- language
- En
lyrics
You rolled up late with a cracked white cup Rain on your coat, I was fed right up You said, “That man’s been using your name” Mendip Road bus stop, cold and plain I laughed in your face, said, “Don’t start now” You held that stare like, “You’ll thank me somehow” Keys on the table, my phone face-down You told me the truth in a low Bristol sound My jaw went tight, mate, I wanted to swing But your words hit hard like a jar with a ring You didn’t dress it up, you left it bare Paper bag trembling on the kitchen chair Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I hate it, but tell me straight I hate it, but tell me straight You kept your voice low by the bakery door Said you saw her bag by the wrong front door Nine fifteen, last train, wet platform tiles Same muddy boots and the same thin smiles I wanted your mouth to just shut and break But you put one hand up, made no mistake You gave me the bit I was scared to hear Now every little thing is a clue in here My chest felt wired, my hands went cold Truth in a paper cup, bitter and old You didn’t blink once, you didn’t back there Just left it on me in the stairwell air Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I hate it, but tell me straight I hate it, but tell me straight At Temple Meads with my coat half-zipped I replayed your words like a tape that skipped Could’ve lied to me, kept it neat But you left me standing on bare feet Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I hate it, but tell me straight I hate it, but tell me straight