[Intro] [voice: male, dry close-mic, no processing, fully spoken, no music under any circumstances] Room's empty. Start at the back. [Verse 1] [string loop enters on the last beat] [boom bap kit enters behind the beat] [voice: male rap, conversational, close] I put the room together the same way and it is never the same room. Chairs in their rows and a gap for the trolley to come through. One of them was a wedding, and the one before was a wake, and I have never once been asked to change a single thing I make. [Hook] [rimshot marks the late entry] Same room. New people. (and the floor gets marked) Same room. New people. (and I take the mark out) [Verse 2] [upright bass enters under the loop] They come in and they look up and they say it's bigger than they thought. I do not tell them that it isn't. I just hold the double door. The mother of the bride came round behind the stacking chairs and said she had stood in here herself, and I said plenty have before. [Break] [drums out, rap out] [string loop plays once alone] [voice: mother of the bride, older woman, warm, spoken] I got married in this room. [voice: male rap, conversational, close] So did a lot of people. It comes up. [Verse 3] [kit replaced by muted vibraphone and rimshot, same energy] By the end of it the floor has got a story I can read — where they danced, and the corner where the quiet ones stood. I run the mop across it and the whole night goes away, and I set it out again the way I always would. [Hook] [shaker enters on the swing] Same room. New people. (and the chairs go back) Same room. New people. (and they go back straight) [Final Hook] [full kit returns, loop still late] Same room. New people. (and the door goes wide) Same room. New people. (wide, and here they come) [Outro] [loop alone, one pass] [tape stop]
