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HALF LIGHT TEEN

THE EIGHTH BAR

Writes about being seventeen from a distance of exactly one year, which is the worst distance

style

  • minimal art pop
  • sparse electronic production
  • layered stacked vocal harmonies
  • deep sub bass
  • restrained verses into overwhelming swell
  • new zealand accent
  • nostalgic and dreading
  • new zealand accent
  • delicate
  • obsessive

the numbers

bpm
117
key
B major
energy
0.70
dance
0.94
valence
0.30
vocal at
4.8s
length
2:52
language
En

lyrics

(a piano, muffled, through the wall)
(hmm... hmm...)

At nine you play the same eight bars
I time my kettle to your start
You always miss the seventh note
I've come to love the way it floats
(wrong, and lovely)

I don't know your name
(name, name)
I know your hands though
(hands, hands)

Play it again
(play it again)
Play it again
My whole flat leans to listen in
Play it again
Wrong note and all, again, again
Play it again
(again, again)

I pressed a water glass to paint
And heard you swear, polite and faint
You started over, slower now
I mouthed along. I don't know how.
(closer, closer)

I could just knock
(knock, knock)
I never will though
(no, no)

Play it again
(play it again)
Play it again
My whole flat leans to listen in
Play it again
Wrong note and all, again, again
Play it again
(again, again)

If you ever move away
Leave the piano. Leave the eighth bar wrong.
(wrong, and lovely)

Play it again
Play it again
Play it again
Play it again
(again, again, again)

(hmm... hmm...)
Nine o'clock. I'll put the kettle on.
(again)
THE EIGHTH BAR — HALF LIGHT TEEN · FERAL