Tell me straight
Formed in a laundrette, named after a pub that closed before they were born
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.56
- vocal at
- 3.4s
- length
- 3:00
- language
- En
lyrics
You found me by the chip shop door Grey coat, wet cuffs, late on the floor You held my pint, you checked the time Then said my name like it was mine I kept my hands on the bus-stop rail You watched my face go thin and pale You said it once, then looked away Like you’d already spent the day Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I need the cut Not the sweetened paint On Oxford Road, in the rain-blown queue You named the mess I dragged through you The blue bin bag, the cracked red mug The empty shelf, the half-zipped rug I laughed too loud in the kitchen light You said, “No, love, not tonight” You slid the note across the table Your face was calm, your words were stable Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I need the cut Not the sweetened paint At half past eight, by the front-room chair You put my phone down, fixed my hair You said, “If it hurts, it means it’s real” And I felt the room go cold and still Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight Tell me straight I need the cut Not the sweetened paint