Nobody Checks In
Afrobeats soul ballad with a slow-burning mid-tempo: moody keys, a soft guitar and gentle Afro percussion, with a smoky female alto. Melancholic and honest, sung in English, about struggling through dark days while nobody checks in.
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The phone is face down on the kitchen wood.I told myself that I’d be doing good.The curtains haven't moved since Tuesday night.I’m losing track of what is wrong or right.It’s quiet in the hallway.It’s quiet on the line.Nobody’s checking in.I’m doing just fine.It’s quiet in the hallway.It’s quiet on the line.Nobody’s checking in.I’m doing just fine.I watched the rain wash out the driveway view.There’s nothing left for me to really do.The screen stays dark and heavy in my hand.It’s getting harder just to try and stand.It’s quiet in the hallway.It’s quiet on the line.Nobody’s checking in.I’m doing just fine.It’s quiet in the hallway.It’s quiet on the line.Nobody’s checking in.I’m doing just fine.Maybe they think I’m busy.Maybe they think I’m strong.But the hours are getting heavy.And the nights are getting long.It’s quiet in the hallway.It’s quiet on the line.Nobody’s checking in.I’m doing just fine.It’s quiet in the hallway.It’s quiet on the line.Nobody’s checking in.I’m doing just fine.
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