On Your Time, Greenbit takes care to chronicle the minutia, the corners of his mind that focus on the littlest of things. Since he has said that this was the fastest song he has ever written, this makes sense. You let yourself ramble when you are in a hurry to produce something as tangible as sets of lyrics. “You like the pressure in my shower / Wahs your hair / Take an hour,” he says and he sounds bored like the mundanity of this thought that he, himself, is having is making him listless.
The vocals support this lack of interest. The tone is lazy, the delivery is muttery, and it sounds like his lips are barely moving. This backs up the stream-of-consciousness nature of the lyrics. He is disaffected because he is just pouring out things that come to his mind in the moment without an opportunity to mull them over, to decide how he feels about them. This is not contemplative feeling; this is instant expression. And there is a vast difference between the two.
Nonchalance is the key here. The lack of heavy percussion allows this tune to remain unbothered. You go and take your time, he says after he breaks up with his girlfriend. He couldn’t care either way. And it’s disguised so well under layers of languor that even you are not sure if he is actually this casual or if this is a façade. And that makes you put the song on repeat. Just to find out.
The track in general overwhelms you with sounds, the cacophonous harmonies at the beginning, and the crowding of clicky sounds being oversaturated, they are all intentional. They are crammed for space. The song is chock-full of scenes and thoughts and so, the backing track should be as well.
And it ends as the final train of thought halts, “You saw this coming / So help me out a bit / Go on, take yourself home / Your time, enjoy it,” a send-off. A wave-off. No gap between the two here.
This is sudden. You, as the listener, are experiencing what the girlfriend probably did. And ending that comes out of nowhere. And since the parting words are “Your time, enjoy it,” you figure that since the song is over, you might as well. So go on. Your time. Enjoy it.
Written by Leo August
