Uploaded September 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
🎵 An original song accompanying the Nyza Stories episode "The Woman Who Clapped Too Loud" — the thing that embarrassed you for thirty years was somebody's deliberate, unglamorous kindness — and it was never actually about you
🎬 Watch the full story: youtube.com/watch?v=-3bMPO_t2zE
✦ LYRICS ✦
[Intro]
Ninety-four, and the rain came down
So they moved field day to the gym
[Verse 1]
He came in fourth, and fourth gets nothing
Just a name read off a list
Two hundred hands went politely quiet
And one pair wouldn't quit
Half a beat early, always early
Three hits, and then three more
Everybody turned around to see her
Nobody knew what for
[Verse 2]
Ninety-nine, three hundred sitting
One green coat up in row nine
Straight from the register with sawdust on her
Clapping out of time
He was thirteen, holding a trombone
Wishing that the floor would take him down
He never once looked past his own name
To hear her going all the way down
[Pre-Chorus]
Every name.
Every stranger.
Every kid that nobody came for.
Every empty chair.
[Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
She was never in it for the winners
She was clapping so that somebody was there
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Verse 3]
Forty years old in a hallway in April
Heard it come through a closed door
Half a beat early, always early
And he knew that sound from before
[Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
She was never in it for the winners
She was clapping so that somebody was there
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Bridge]
Sixty-four, and she was nine years old
Third place, and she turned around
And the whole row behind her was empty
And she never made a sound
She said, I could still draw you that empty row
I could tell you where each chair had been
She said, I never told you, baby, 'cause
You would have made me stop again
[Final Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
Now there's three of us out here in the empty
And a girl with a trombone turns to stare
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Outro]
Somebody's here
Somebody's here
Somebody's here for you
Somebody's here
✦ NYZA STUDIOS ✦
Independent record label founded by Hardik Trehan.
🌐 nyzastudios.com
📺 youtube.com/@nyzastudiosofficial
📖 nyzastudios.com/stories
📷 instagram.com/nyzastudios
👍 facebook.com/nyzastudios
Music + lyrics: NyzaStudios
#NyzaStudios #NyzaStories #LoudEnough #LyricVideo #IndieFolk #OriginalMusic #Cinematic
🎵 An original song accompanying the Nyza Stories episode "The Woman Who Clapped Too Loud" — the thing that embarrassed you for thirty years was somebody's deliberate, unglamorous kindness — and it was never actually about you
🎬 Watch the full story: youtube.com/watch?v=-3bMPO_t2zE
✦ LYRICS ✦
[Intro]
Ninety-four, and the rain came down
So they moved field day to the gym
[Verse 1]
He came in fourth, and fourth gets nothing
Just a name read off a list
Two hundred hands went politely quiet
And one pair wouldn't quit
Half a beat early, always early
Three hits, and then three more
Everybody turned around to see her
Nobody knew what for
[Verse 2]
Ninety-nine, three hundred sitting
One green coat up in row nine
Straight from the register with sawdust on her
Clapping out of time
He was thirteen, holding a trombone
Wishing that the floor would take him down
He never once looked past his own name
To hear her going all the way down
[Pre-Chorus]
Every name.
Every stranger.
Every kid that nobody came for.
Every empty chair.
[Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
She was never in it for the winners
She was clapping so that somebody was there
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Verse 3]
Forty years old in a hallway in April
Heard it come through a closed door
Half a beat early, always early
And he knew that sound from before
[Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
She was never in it for the winners
She was clapping so that somebody was there
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Bridge]
Sixty-four, and she was nine years old
Third place, and she turned around
And the whole row behind her was empty
And she never made a sound
She said, I could still draw you that empty row
I could tell you where each chair had been
She said, I never told you, baby, 'cause
You would have made me stop again
[Final Chorus]
Thirty-one years and four hundred names
Same coat, same back row, same cold folding chair
Now there's three of us out here in the empty
And a girl with a trombone turns to stare
Loud enough, loud enough
Loud enough to turn around
[Outro]
Somebody's here
Somebody's here
Somebody's here for you
Somebody's here
✦ NYZA STUDIOS ✦
Independent record label founded by Hardik Trehan.
🌐 nyzastudios.com
📺 youtube.com/@nyzastudiosofficial
📖 nyzastudios.com/stories
📷 instagram.com/nyzastudios
👍 facebook.com/nyzastudios
Music + lyrics: NyzaStudios
#NyzaStudios #NyzaStories #LoudEnough #LyricVideo #IndieFolk #OriginalMusic #Cinematic
