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Della Rae Hutchins

THIRTY-ONE YEARS OF HANDS

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

vex on it

the run

Honest use case: people experiencing or anticipating a partner's physical decline, and those who appreciate reflective country narratives.

Exhibit: “And I am not ready and there is no version where I get ready.”

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
G# major
energy
0.69
dance
0.95
valence
0.52
vocal at
5.2s
length
2:47
words
170
clichés
0
language
En

most sung: “hands” ×10 · “one” ×9 · “thirty” ×8

shared with the crate: 71 other songs use “night” · 48 other songs use “morning”

lyrics

(hands)

His hands are wrecked. Arthritis in the left one since the spring.
He cannot do the buttons on his shirt some mornings.
And he will not let me help him and we both stand there
For about a minute and a half, every day, saying nothing

Thirty-one years of hands, thirty-one years of hands
On a steering wheel, on a fence post, on my back at night
Thirty-one years of hands, thirty-one years of hands
And now on a button, for a minute and a half, every morning

He was a big man. He is still a big man. He is just slower.
And I am not ready and there is no version where I get ready.

Thirty-one years of hands, thirty-one years of hands
On a steering wheel, on a fence post, on my back at night
Thirty-one years of hands, thirty-one years of hands
And now on a button, for a minute and a half, every morning

(every morning)
THIRTY-ONE YEARS OF HANDS — Della Rae Hutchins · FERAL