That's All Right
single
That's All Right
There’s a nice tension here between what the words describe and how the track moves. The lyric is all vertigo and disorientation, rooms that bend at the edge, floors that lean left, a spoon turning in the cup “like it’s got somewhere else to be,” and yet PCBender sets it to a West Coast funk pulse at a comfortable 117 BPM in D# major, the bassline walking tight and clean under the vocal. That’s the gamble, and mostly it pays off: the groove gives the woozy, I’m-coming-untethered imagery something to hold onto, so lines like “I let it slide, I let it slide” land as surrender rather than panic. The chorus hook sits well, breezy and sure of itself, more Steely Dan ease than crisis. If the arrangement stays in one gear where the bridge, “Maybe I’ll call you when it settles / Maybe I’ll stay right where I am,” opens a door the music never quite walks through, the pocket itself is deep enough to carry you. A dependable cut, and a confident bit of mood-against-lyric craft.
Lyrics
I missed the turn at the old motel Kept rolling past the county line The map was folded in my coat I let the wrong road take its time
The room keeps bending at the edge The clock can do what clocks all do I’m not in any hurry now The day can drift right through
I’m losing touch with what is real But I don’t mind, I don’t mind The floor leans left, the windows swim I let it slide, I let it slide If the world won’t hold its shape tonight That’s all right, that’s all right
Your coffee’s cold beside the sink The radio says it might rain I watch the spoon turn in the cup Like it’s got somewhere else to be
The room keeps bending at the edge The clock can do what clocks all do I’m not in any hurry now The day can drift right through
I’m losing touch with what is real But I don’t mind, I don’t mind The floor leans left, the windows swim I let it slide, I let it slide If the world won’t hold its shape tonight That’s all right, that’s all right
Maybe I’ll call you when it settles Maybe I’ll stay right where I am There’s a half-read note beside me And a soft spot in the plan
I’m losing touch with what is real But I don’t mind, I don’t mind The floor leans left, the windows swim I let it slide, I let it slide If the world won’t hold its shape tonight That’s all right, that’s all right
That’s all right I don’t mind