THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE
Trained as a cellist and plays guitar like one; talks less than anyone in the studio
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: People who appreciate introspective, regretful narratives with a heavy musical backing.
Exhibit: “I am forty-one and I am learning to narrate. Badly. Late.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 6.5s
- length
- 4:43
- words
- 210
- clichés
- 0
- language
- Fi
most sung: “best” ×14 · “year” ×14 · “life” ×14
shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door”
lyrics
(the best year) He had the door open and the offer on the table No hard feelings, we can find somebody else, it's fine And I had eleven months of the happiest work of my life Behind a face that has never once reported anything The best year of my life (the best year) I said it out loud, the best year One sentence, the best year The best year The best year of my life, my life, the best year of my life I have never said a sentence like that to anybody The best year of my life, my life, the best year of my life And he laughed for about a minute with his hand over his face Then he said "you could have mentioned that." And I could have. Eleven months. Two hundred sessions. One sentence needed. I am forty-one and I am learning to narrate. Badly. Late. (BAND RETURNS, ENORMOUS) The best year of my life, my life, the best year of my life I have never said a sentence like that to anybody The best year of my life, my life, the best year of my life And he laughed for about a minute with his hand over his face (learning to narrate...)