WHERE IS HE THEN
Sings her actual diary at a piano and has been asked to tone it down by three separate labels
vex on it
the runHonest use case: people who appreciate witty, self-aware narratives about modern dating struggles, delivered with a theatrical flourish.
Exhibit: “The truth is I am frightened I have made myself too specific to love.”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.86
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 5.6s
- length
- 2:10
- words
- 198
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “where” ×9 · “been” ×5 · “about” ×4
lyrics
(where is he then) My mother asks at Christmas like a barrister My aunt has started sending me articles about eggs And I am thirty-one and doing very well professionally Which is the sentence you say when you are losing And I have done everything correctly I have been kind and interesting and employed And I am starting to suspect that is not how it works Where is he then, where is he then I have been ready since about two thousand and nineteen Where is he then, where is he then Somebody tell him the queue has been extremely short I went for dinner with a man who talked about crypto for an hour And I nodded like a woman at a funeral for her own evening The joke is easier. The joke is much easier. The truth is I am frightened I have made myself too specific to love. Right. Back to the joke. Brass, please. Where is he then, where is he then I have been ready since about two thousand and nineteen Where is he then, where is he then Somebody tell him the queue has been extremely short (the queue is SHORT!)