The Attic Frequency
Writes lyrics nobody can parse and choruses everybody can sing
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 1.3s
- length
- 4:17
- language
- En
lyrics
I dragged the wireless up the stairs, brass telescope against the pane, tuned past the shipping and the prayers to something singing in the rain. The kettle whistles in B-flat. The universe approves of that. I hear it now, I hear it now, the hum beneath the here and how, I hear it now, I hear it now, it tunes my blood, it wets my brow, and it sounds like joy, and it sounds like yes — I hear it now, I confess. My tea leaves settled in a chord, the cat is staring at the wall. Whatever's coming through that board knows my name, and knows us all. I hear it now, I hear it now, the hum beneath the here and how, I hear it now, I hear it now, it tunes my blood, it wets my brow, and it sounds like joy, and it sounds like yes — I hear it now, I confess. Past the news and the weather warning, past the hymns and the marching bands, there's a station broadcasting morning to anyone with open hands. I hear it now, I hear it now, the hum beneath the here and how, I hear it now, I hear it now, it tunes my blood, it wets my brow, and it sounds like joy, and it sounds like yes — I hear it now, I confess. I hear it now... Do you hear it too?