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Cormac Blake

The Long Acre

Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week

style

  • celtic folk rock
  • uilleann pipes
  • bodhran
  • driving acoustic guitar
  • male baritone
  • raw and storytelling
  • pub singalong energy
  • anthemic
  • irish accent
  • unaccompanied a cappella bridge

the numbers

bpm
99
key
F major
energy
0.72
dance
0.90
valence
0.51
vocal at
1.6s
length
3:26
language
En

lyrics

(instrumental, mournful)

I sang at a funeral Thursday and a wedding on the Saturday
Same suit, same songs, the crowd knew all the words
The difference is only which way they're facing
(which way they're facing)
And whether the crying comes before or after

My father worked the long acre
(the long acre)
Grazed his cattle on the road because he had no field

On the long acre, on the long acre
Where everything you own is passing through
On the long acre, on the long acre
I'll sing them out and I'll sing them home

Half this town is in Boston and Sydney and Perth
They send money at Christmas and regret the rest of the year
I stayed because somebody has to know the tunes
(know the tunes)
And a song with nobody left to sing it is just a fact

(a cappella, single voice)
Who'll sing at mine, who'll sing at mine
(BAND CRASHES BACK IN)

On the long acre, on the long acre
Where everything you own is passing through
On the long acre, on the long acre
I'll sing them out and I'll sing them home

(the long acre...)