The Sea Keeps What It Loves
Sings rebetiko melodies over drum machines and considers it a form of haunting
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 5.7s
- length
- 4:32
- language
- Gr
lyrics
(a ferry horn under fog) (thálassa... thálassa...) Your ticket's folded in my coat One way, stamped with last July I walk the pier, I do not float Black water does not say goodbye (goodbye, goodbye) I lit a candle in the wind (the wind, the wind) It went the way that you went The sea keeps what it loves The sea keeps what it loves (what it loves) So I stand where the salt begins The sea keeps what it loves The sea keeps what it loves Your comb still holds three strands of black I wind them round my ring, held tight The bells count forward, not one back I wear my mourning out at night (out at night) The sea keeps what it loves The sea keeps what it loves (what it loves) So I stand where the salt begins The sea keeps what it loves The sea keeps what it loves If you are water now (water now) Rain on me, I don't care how The sea keeps what it loves The sea keeps what it loves (what it loves) So I stand where the salt begins The sea keeps what it loves The sea keeps what it loves (thálassa...) (the tide drags the shingle back)