What they kept
Sound engineer by trade who mixes for the physical feeling first and the tune second
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 3.3s
- length
- 2:54
- language
- En
lyrics
Back door jammed with the rain in the frame Mum's brown labels, June ninety-eight with her name Box room full of forks, screws, and the fan In the biscuit tin, his old wedding band Old phone charger, a bent wire shoe Two bus passes, one snapped in two Paper round ledger with the sums gone red And a library card with a cracked blue edge Loft hatch open, dust in my teeth Found the bench vice under the sheet Keys in the jar by the green paint tin What they kept in the corners, tucked right in What they kept What they kept What they kept What they kept In the box room, under the bed Three tin trays and a coal scuttle dented A cracked tea cup where the gold had ended Dad's key fob on a bootlace thread And my old school badge in the bread bin wedged The clock face stopped at eleven past four Wet footprints tracked from the front hall floor I found her recipe cards, stained with flour And his pub stub folded, still showing the hour Loft hatch open, dust in my teeth Found the bench vice under the sheet Keys in the jar by the green paint tin What they kept in the corners, tucked right in What they kept What they kept What they kept What they kept In the box room, under the bed I bag the brass screws, I stack the frames Carry the plates through the chipped front gate Nothing stays still when the rooms go bare Just my boots on the stair, and the cold air What they kept What they kept What they kept What they kept In the box room, under the bed