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THE LAST ROW

THE COATS GO ON

Sings the last song of the night in a theatre where nobody stays for the last song

style

  • theatrical
  • anthem
  • stadium ballad
  • piano and full orchestra
  • enormous dynamic build
  • belted female vocal
  • choir on final chorus
  • cinematic strings
  • irish accent
  • devastating and huge

the numbers

bpm
136
key
A# major
energy
0.65
dance
0.93
valence
0.39
vocal at
4.3s
length
3:52
language
En

lyrics

(the coats)

Somewhere in the second verse a woman finds her sleeve
And a man three rows behind her decides that this is fine
And the sound a theatre makes when it begins to leave
Is paper, and it is the loudest thing I know

And the coats go on
And I sing it the size it was written

You could sing it smaller. Nobody would ever say a word.
You could take the top note out and no one in that room would know.
And you would know, and you would do it again next Tuesday
And in a year you would be somebody who sings things smaller

And the coats go on
And I sing it the size it was written

There is always one. Not always for me. Sometimes for the quiet.
And one is not a small number, one is the entire architecture.
One is what the whole building was constructed to make possible.

And the coats go on
And I sing it the size it was written
And the coats go on
And I give them all of it anyway

(all of it...)
THE COATS GO ON — THE LAST ROW · FERAL