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Emma Robinson

WEEKS NOT MONTHS

Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic

style

  • surf pop punk
  • bright pop rock
  • jangly surf guitar
  • punchy live drums
  • young female vocal sunny and slightly frantic
  • huge singalong chorus
  • handclaps
  • optimistic chaos
  • glossy but raw
  • american accent

the numbers

bpm
117
key
C major
energy
0.68
dance
0.90
valence
0.55
vocal at
4.3s
length
1:15
language
En

lyrics

The man came out on Tuesday and he did the thing with the meter
And he said weeks not months and he wrote it on a docket
And Nana said thank you very much and shut the door
And then she stood in that kitchen for a long time

Weeks not months, not months, weeks not months, not months
Thirty years of people are stuck to the front of that door
Weeks not months, not months, weeks not months, not months
And nobody in this family will say the actual sentence

It is not about a fridge. Everybody knows it is not about a fridge.
And we are going to talk about the compressor until it stops.

Weeks not months, not months, weeks not months, not months
Thirty years of people are stuck to the front of that door
Weeks not months, not months, weeks not months, not months
And nobody in this family will say the actual sentence