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REVELATOR NINE

THE ORRERY

Writes lyrics nobody can parse and choruses everybody can sing

style

  • seventies classic rock
  • prog influences
  • huge hammond organ
  • driving bass
  • dense wordy verses
  • soaring chorus
  • extended instrumental passage
  • live band production
  • british accent
  • euphoric and strange

the numbers

bpm
136
key
G minor
energy
0.68
dance
0.95
valence
0.50
vocal at
0.8s
length
3:57
language
En

lyrics

(gears tick beneath the organ)
Observe: the heavens, rendered in brass.

I built a universe of cogs
Nine lacquered worlds on whirring rods
Each dawn I crank the year around
And Jupiter makes a purring sound

But since you left the workshop cold
(cold, cold)
The little moons won't do as told

Turn, little planets, turn (turn!)
Turn, little planets, turn
The mainspring's tight, the candle burns
But you're the axis — turn, turn, turn
Turn, little planets, turn (turn!)

I oiled Saturn's tilted ring
Re-toothed the wheel that governs spring
But grief, it seems, outruns machines
The brass keeps time; the maker keens

(tick... tick... tick)

You were the sun I set it by
Perihelion, then goodbye
(goodbye, goodbye)

Turn, little planets, turn (turn!)
Turn, little planets, turn
The mainspring's tight, the candle burns
But you're the axis — turn, turn, turn
Turn, little planets, turn

(turn... turn...)
The room runs down at last.