The Journal
Co-founder who surfs at dawn, journals every night, and has strong opinions about drops and transitions
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 3.8s
- length
- 4:34
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental, 16 bars) Every night, unedited, for eleven years, no exceptions Not gratitude, not intentions — the actual chaotic thing Fear about money, doubt about the company, everything (everything, everything) Nobody will read them and that is precisely why they work A thing you write for an audience is a performance (a performance) And a performance cannot tell you what you think The journal (the journal) Eleven years of the only honest room I have The journal Nobody's watching, so nothing gets simplified People ask how I make decisions quickly, and I don't I make them slowly, at midnight, in a notebook, alone By the time it reaches a meeting it is eleven days old (eleven days old) Speed in a room is just privacy that happened earlier (breakdown, 16 bars) There's an instruction in the front: burn these. I mean it on good days. On bad days I'd want someone to read them. (BUILD, FULL DROP) The journal (the journal) Eleven years of the only honest room I have The journal Nobody's watching, so nothing gets simplified (the journal...)