THE THAW WILL COME
Two months a year the sun does not rise where she lives
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: listeners seeking a contemplative, melancholic soundscape with a narrative of patient grief.
Exhibit: “Something of you should not grow old”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- C minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.39
- vocal at
- 3.3s
- length
- 3:27
- words
- 157
- clichés
- 0
- language
- No
most sung: “come” ×15 · “thaw” ×11 · “row” ×5
lyrics
(lake ice sings, far away) (a breath) They found your mitten in the reeds Red wool gone dark with lake and cold I plant it where the water leads Something of you should not grow old (hm... hm...) The ice speaks first before it breaks (listen) I've learned the sound a promise makes The thaw will come, the thaw will come I'll row out when the thaw will come Oh, the thaw will come The thaw will come (come... come...) Our rowboat winters upside down I sweep the snow from off its spine Come spring I'll turn it right around And row your name across the line (row... row...) The church bell carries on the ice It rings you twice (far off, far off) The thaw will come, the thaw will come I'll row out when the thaw will come Oh, the thaw will come The thaw will come (come... come...) (meltwater begins to drip) (the thaw...)