[Key: G Major | Mode: Ionian | Chord Progression: G-D-Em-C (Verses/Chorus), Em-C-D (Bridge) | BPM: 126 | Style: Upbeat Jangle-Pop Post-Punk, British Indie | Vocal Identity: Female Deadpan Contralto, British Accent, Near-Monotone, Dry Close-Mic] [Dry Solo Bass Intro, 2 bars, G Major, Hopping Fingerstyle Bass Alone, No Vocals] [Bouncy Wry Verse 1, 16 bars, G Major, Deadpan British Contralto, Hopping Bass and Bright Clean Telecaster Chime, Tambourine on the Offbeats] There's a launderette on Albert Road with a sign on number four In the handwriting of someone who gave up a while ago I take the chair that's nearest to the window Mine's the light one by my feet... There's a lone striped sock in number three, and the owner looking proud Like a single sock's a normal thing to spin And a football kit in number nine that's lost to Saturday Still wearing half the park And every bit of it's a clue I could tell you who won From the mud around the knees [Cheerful Dry Chorus, 8 bars, G Major, Same Deadpan Contralto, Telecaster Chimes Open Up, Drums Skipping Along] Round and round and round it goes And I can tell you who you are From the folded sleeves and the soap you chose It's all here in the glass, you needn't go far Forty minutes and every life comes clean And I've never had to ask what it means So I sit here by the window with the spin Knowing how it ends... Before it begins [Playful Observant Verse 2, 16 bars, G Major, Deadpan British Contralto, Hopping Bass and Jangling Telecaster, Tambourine Skipping] There's a school jumper in number six / with a grass stain on the elbow And a name tape sewn in crooked / by somebody who was tired Then a woman at the folding table / with a pile of tiny babygrows Smoothing out each one as if she's been rehearsing for the day She counts them twice / she tucks the sleeves in / lines them up like soldiers Then she glances round the room in case somebody saw And I nod, in the way that says it's lovely And I leave it at the nod... Nothing more [Cheerful Dry Chorus, 8 bars, G Major, Same Deadpan Contralto, Telecaster Chimes Open Up, Drums Skipping Along] Round and round and round it goes And I can tell you who you are From the folded sleeves and the soap you chose It's all here in the glass, you needn't go far Forty minutes and every life comes clean And I've never had to ask what it means So I sit here by the window with the spin Knowing how it ends... Before it begins [Quiet Candid Bridge, 16 bars, E Minor to C to D, Contralto Closer to the Mic, Bass and Tambourine with One Sustained Telecaster Note, Light Drums Thinning] The bag beside my feet's been the same one since the spring Two jumpers and a towel that were clean when I came in I feed the machine its twenty pence And let them go for a spin For a warm seat by the window and a room that's full of people Who I never have to talk to Who don't have to talk to me... I've read the lives of everyone who's ever sat in here And I couldn't tell you one thing that I'd say about my own And if one of you sat down and asked me how I was I think... I'd just... nod [Gently Hopeful Final Chorus, 8 bars, G Major, Deadpan Contralto Unchanged, Telecaster Chimes Open Up, Drums Back to Full Skip] Round and round and round it goes And I can tell you who you are From the folded sleeves and the soap you chose It's all here in the glass, you needn't go far Forty minutes and every life comes clean And I've never had to ask what it means So I sit here by the window with the spin Knowing how it ends... Before it begins [Light Hopeful Outro, 4 bars, G Major, Contralto Fades Out, Bass and Sparse Telecaster, Vocal Fade] It's Thursday and the babygrows are back She smiles and gives me a nod... I smile back... Then say... "hello" [Solo Instrumental Outro, 8 bars, Decrescendo, Telecaster Drops Away, Bare Hopping Bass] [Smooth slow fade, clean outro note]
