THE CARTOGRAPHER'S COMPLAINT
Writes lyrics nobody can parse and choruses everybody can sing
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- B minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 5.6s
- length
- 5:09
- language
- En
lyrics
(a ruler snaps in two) (gentlemen... the borders have moved again) I drew you faithfully in ink Annotated every coast I charted where you claimed to think And trig-pointed the parts you boast But madam, by the morning post Your capital had upped and fled Your mountains west, your rivers ghost My legend legendary dead (redraw! redraw!) O fickle territory of you! (the compass spins, the compass spins) Redraw the map! Redraw the map! She's moved her borders in the night Redraw the map! Redraw the map! No atlas holds this woman right Redraw the map! Redraw the map! (the surveyor weeps into his tea) I hired scholars, hired sages Commissioned an official guess They studied you for wages, ages Delivered forty blank white pages Marked here be loveliness I filed appeals with high commissions Petitioned popes and geographers They stamped my forms with kind permissions To give up cartographic wars (he won't, of course) Redraw the map! Redraw the map! She's moved her borders in the night Redraw the map! Redraw the map! No atlas holds this woman right Redraw the map! Redraw the map! (the projection fails at every pole) And yet — I keep my pencils sharp My paper flat, my candle lit For a country that will not stay still Is the only one worth losing sleep for, isn't it? (isn't it? isn't it?) Redraw the map! Redraw the map! She's moved her borders in the night Redraw the map! Redraw the map! No atlas holds this woman right Redraw the map! (third edition, gentlemen) (begin again)