The Floor Holds
Plays the closing set, always, and has never played a peak-time slot on purpose
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: People who want to be consumed by rhythm and atmosphere, finding meaning in the physical space of a club.
Exhibit: “Silence is the longest bar. Then the kick. Then who you are.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 13.3s
- length
- 3:33
- words
- 183
- clichés
- 0
- language
- Ge
most sung: “floor” ×26 · “holds” ×24 · “one” ×6
shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door”
lyrics
I press my palm against the wall. The wall is honest. That is all. The strobe divides you, white and black. I give it weight. It gives it back. Four to the floor. Four to the floor. I do not ask for more. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds. Ten thousand feet, one pulse, one code. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds what the heart cannot. Steel door, red bulb, cigarette. Your collarbone in silhouette. I do not smile. I do not speak. The kick says everything we need. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds. Ten thousand feet, one pulse, one code. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds what the heart cannot. Silence is the longest bar. Then the kick. Then who you are. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds. Ten thousand feet, one pulse, one code. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds what the heart cannot. The floor holds. The floor holds. The floor holds.