TENEMENT STARS
Left home at sixteen with a bag and has written about that morning for thirty years
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.97
- valence
- 0.63
- vocal at
- 3.1s
- length
- 3:56
- language
- En
lyrics
(a sash window rattles up) (och, look at that sky!) Four flights up on Kelvin Street The washing line's a constellation Your granny's ghost taps out the beat On radiators — pure elation (clang, clang, that's her!) We cannae afford the islands We cannae afford the moon (no' yet, no' yet) But the close lights up at midnight Like a July afternoon Under tenement stars! (tenement stars!) Under tenement stars! We dance where the wallpaper peels Under tenement stars! (haud on tae me!) Under tenement stars! Heaven's just how the ceiling feels (whoa-oh! whoa-oh!) You brought chips up wrapped in thunder We split them on the windowsill The whole scheme glittered under A sky that never got its fill (gonnae never stop? never!) Under tenement stars! (tenement stars!) Under tenement stars! We dance where the wallpaper peels Under tenement stars! (haud on tae me!) Under tenement stars! They keep saying, son, move on There's bigger lights down south (bigger? bigger than this?) But every star worth wishing on Is hanging over oor wee house Under tenement stars! (tenement STARS!) Under tenement stars! We dance where the wallpaper peels Under tenement stars! Under tenement stars! Heaven's just how the ceiling feels (the washing line sways) (night, hen. night, stars)