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THE AFTERNOON

Records everything in one take at dusk and has never fixed a single vocal

vex on it

the run

Honest use case: people who appreciate introspective, melancholic reflections on fading relationships.

Exhibit: “It's a stupid way to save yourself. I'm doing it. It's a chance.”

style

dream pop
slowcore
hazy slide guitar
tambourine
narcotic tempo
breathy distant female vocal drenched in reverb
organ pads
american accent
hypnotic and aching
american accent

the numbers

bpm: 108
key: A# major
energy: 0.70
dance: 0.93
valence: 0.36
vocal at: 3.8s
length: 3:39
words: 172
clichés: 0
language: En

most sung: “afternoon” ×9 · “neither” ×5 · “one” ×4

shared with the crate: 90 other songs use “light” · 13 other songs use “train”

lyrics

(the afternoon)

The blinds are down and neither of us mentioned that it's three
And the light comes through in stripes across the ceiling and your arm
And there's a version of this hour where you turn and look at me
And every version I have had of it has done me nothing but harm

The afternoon, the afternoon, and neither of us moves
The afternoon, the afternoon, and neither of us will
There's a train at half past four that one of us is going to use
And we've both known which one since April and we're lying here still

I've started touching you less. On purpose. In advance.
It's a stupid way to save yourself. I'm doing it. It's a chance.

The afternoon, the afternoon, and neither of us moves
The afternoon, the afternoon, and neither of us will
There's a train at half past four that one of us is going to use
And we've both known which one since April and we're lying here still

(lying here still)