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Gus Mahoney

THE FOURTEENTH

Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio

style

  • alt country
  • americana
  • pedal steel
  • brushed drums
  • male baritone
  • weathered and plainspoken
  • warm analog
  • storytelling
  • southern american drawl
  • warm

the numbers

bpm
172
key
A# major
energy
0.69
dance
0.95
valence
0.43
vocal at
3.0s
length
3:49
language
En

lyrics

(the fourteenth)

Wrote it on the cab wall in pen above the visor
December fourteenth, in numbers, not in words
Been driving underneath it for four months now
And it is the first promise I have made with edges

The fourteenth (the fourteenth)
Not soon, the fourteenth
A date has got a shape, the fourteenth
The fourteenth

The fourteenth, the fourteenth, the fourteenth
I said a number out loud and the world did not end
The fourteenth, the fourteenth, the fourteenth
Eighteen years of "soon" and then a date

Her kids are Maren and Wyatt, I've known that for six years
And used their names precisely never, not one time
I've been saying "the kids" like a stranger in a doorway
And that ends on the fourteenth, along with the rest

I turned down three loads that would have run me past it.
Two grand. Didn't think about it for one second.
Soon was free. That's why I said it for eighteen years.
(drums return, gently)

The fourteenth, the fourteenth, the fourteenth
I said a number out loud and the world did not end
The fourteenth, the fourteenth, the fourteenth
Eighteen years of "soon" and then a date

(the fourteenth...)