(Lofi bedroom trip-hop / sugar comedown / generational memory / 74-84 BPM. Male vocals, (soft female backing vocals). Dusty drums, muted Rhodes, warm bass, tape hiss, small room tone. Wry, reflective, tired, quietly epic. No heavy synth, no record scratching.)
[INTRO - no drums, close vocal]
I have a serious addiction
To processed sugar
It's really starting
To dawn on me
[VERSE 1 - soft beat enters]
I could eat sugar
All day long
Sugar would keep me awake
Feeling my addiction
All day
All night
Everywhere
And wherever
However
Now it keeps me awake
Too long
One day
The supply
Must run out
I'm sure
I could settle
For honey
[BREAK - drums thin, bass remains]
Do natural flavors
Grow on trees?
[HOOK - soft, slightly playful]
Wide glass Coke bottles
Styrofoam labels
Cold in the hand
Before mad food
We are our own epoch
Quiet and comfortable
Holding the ability
To remember it through
[VERSE 2 - more abstract, reflective]
It's a metaphor
For a transcending state
An apex of intelligence
Is indigenous
To us all
Eternally
With a head start
Exportation
Draws attention
To unknown outcomes
Interested
In development
Without interference
[BREAK - 4 bars - instrumental only]
[Dusty kick, late snare, muted Rhodes, warm bass pulse. No lead vocal.]
[VERSE 3 - generational witness]
No one
In your lifetime
Will have it
As good
As we did
We're our own epoch
Able to remember
Wide glass Coke bottles
With styrofoam labels
Before global warming
The internet
And mad food
[HOOK - female backing underneath]
Wide glass Coke bottles
Styrofoam labels
Cold in the hand
Before mad food
We are our own epoch
Quiet and comfortable
Holding the ability
To remember it through
[VERSE 4 - clearer, almost documentary]
Items were more durable
And never available
Before
We are privileged
Holding the ability
To remember
Able to peek
At the staging
Being set up
To the generation
Of today
The ones born
On the cusp
Some will understand now
Many will grasp this
Later
[BRIDGE - drums drop, close vocal]
Sugar keeps me awake
Memory keeps me awake
The supply
Must run out
The staging
Must go up
We are too quiet
And comfortable
Too quiet
And comfortable
[FINAL HOOK - stripped back, wistful]
Wide glass Coke bottles
Styrofoam labels
Cold in the hand
Before mad food
We are our own epoch
Quiet and comfortable
Holding the ability
To remember it through
[OUTRO - beat dissolves]
Do natural flavors
Grow on trees?
I'm sure
I could settle
For honey
[FINAL SPOKEN LINE]
We are too quiet
And comfortable
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