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Della Rae Hutchins

THE SUNDAY WAS THE POINT

Keeps a notebook of things people said to her and dates them like evidence

style

  • country pop
  • narrative songwriting
  • acoustic guitar
  • subtle banjo
  • warm female vocal
  • clear and storytelling
  • big polished chorus
  • bridge key change
  • radio production
  • southern american drawl

the numbers

bpm
99
key
D# major
energy
0.67
dance
0.94
valence
0.48
vocal at
4.2s
length
3:08
language
En

lyrics

(the Sunday)

Nine years he stood out there and looked at stacks of wood
And drank his tea and thought about a roof and joists
And my brother finished it in fourteen days flat
And it has stood there empty ever since. Just empty.

The Sunday was the point (the point)
Not the shed, the Sunday was the point
Nine years of wanting, the point
The point

The Sunday was the point, the point, the Sunday was the point
We finished the wrong thing and we finished it beautifully
The Sunday was the point, the point, the Sunday was the point
And there is nowhere left for him to stand and want

(key change up)
I have not told my brother. I am never going to tell him.
He did a kind thing badly and he is proud of it,
and there is no version of that sentence that helps anyone.

The Sunday was the point, the point, the Sunday was the point
We finished the wrong thing and we finished it beautifully
The Sunday was the point, the point, the Sunday was the point
And there is nowhere left for him to stand and want

(the Sunday...)