THE MAN WHO PAINTS THE GATE
Writes third-person short stories and sings them as if they happened to her
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: listeners who appreciate character studies, emotional depth, and reflective storytelling in their music.
Exhibit: “And if it's wrong I'd rather have it wrong and written down Than true and gone the way that everything round here has gone.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.81
- valence
- 0.33
- vocal at
- 21.2s
- length
- 2:40
- words
- 244
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “gate” ×12 · “man” ×9 · “who” ×9
lyrics
(the gate) The man who paints the gate has painted it eleven times Same green, same brush, same fortnight in the spring And his wife has been gone nine years and the paint is how he climbs Out of a Tuesday into something like a working thing And the gate does not need painting and the village knows And every year somebody offers help and every year he says no The man who paints the gate, the man who paints the gate Two weeks out of every year he's busy and he's fine The man who paints the gate, the man who paints the gate And the other fifty weeks he sits and watches it dry, in his mind She chose the colour in 2011 from a card in a shop And that's the whole reason for all of it and he'll never stop I have never spoken to him. I know his name is Ron. I've built this out of a gate and a rumour and a coat. And if it's wrong I'd rather have it wrong and written down Than true and gone the way that everything round here has gone. The man who paints the gate, the man who paints the gate Two weeks out of every year he's busy and he's fine The man who paints the gate, the man who paints the gate And the other fifty weeks he sits and watches it dry, in his mind (watches it dry)