THE GOOD YEAR

style

• narrative singer-songwriter ballad
• long-form storytelling
• acoustic guitar into full band
• restrained verses building to raw cathartic bridge
• specific detailed lyricism
• american accent
• devastating and cinematic
• american accent
• wistful
• wounded

the numbers

bpm

144

key

A# major

energy

0.65

dance

0.93

valence

0.44

vocal at

1.3s

length

3:12

language

En

lyrics

(the good year)

There was a year in the middle of it that was actually good
Nobody mentions that part when they're telling me I'm free
And I won't pretend it wasn't, and I've tried to, and I could
But the truest thing about it is it worked for both of us, briefly

We had a flat with a boiler that made a noise like a train
And a Sunday thing with soup and a shop we always used
And I can't put that in a song where I'm supposed to be in pain
And I can't leave it out because it's why I got confused

The good year, the good year, and nobody wants to hear
That the bad thing had a summer where it worked exactly right
The good year, the good year, and it's the reason I stayed near
For three more years of trying to get back to that one light

That's the trap. That's the whole mechanism. It's not the pain.
It's one good year and eleven spent trying to have it again.

The good year, the good year, and nobody wants to hear
That the bad thing had a summer where it worked exactly right
The good year, the good year, and it's the reason I stayed near
For three more years of trying to get back to that one light

(that one light)