Comfortably Dumb

(soft, distant atmospheric pads • low heartbeat pulse • sparse clean electric guitar notes hanging in reverb • the same cold, clinical spaciousness as the original)

Hello?

Is there anybody in there?

Just blink if you still got a clue

Is there anyone home?

(dry, sparse clean guitar • minimal bass • almost spoken, detached vocal delivery — the same sterile “doctor” tone as the original)

Come on now

I hear you’re feeling thick

Well, I can dumb you down

And get you scrolling once again

Relax

I’ll need some information first

Just the basic memes

Can you show me where the brain went?

(sudden bloom of lush, delayed electric guitars • warm, swelling pads • the same floating, dreamlike lift as the original chorus)

There is no thought, you are receding

A distant scroll, doom on the horizon

You are only coming through in reels

Your lips move, but it’s just “skibidi” you’re saying

When I was a child, I had a textbook

My hands felt just like two highlighters

Now I’ve got that feeling once again

I can’t explain, you would not understand

This is not how I read

I have become comfortably dumb

I have become comfortably dumb

(same sparse, clinical arrangement returns — clean guitar, dry drums, detached vocal — exact mirror of the original second verse feel)

Okay

Just a little algorithm prick

There’ll be no more thinking

But you may feel a little thick

Can you stand up?

I do believe it’s working, good

That’ll keep you going through the feed

Come on, it’s time to scroll

(fuller, richer version of the first chorus — thicker delayed guitars, deeper pads, same soaring emotional swell)

There is no thought, you are receding

A distant scroll, doom on the horizon

You are only coming through in reels

Your lips move, but it’s just “skibidi” you’re saying

When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look, but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown, the book is gone

I have become comfortably dumb

I have become comfortably dumb

(the long, iconic David Gilmour-style solo section — weeping, melodic, heavily delayed & sustained lead guitar over the same chord progression and atmospheric bed as the original. Starts restrained, builds into soaring, emotional peaks, then settles into hypnotic repetition)

(solo continues under the final vocal repetitions • gradual fade of guitars and pads into pure atmospheric reverb and distant notification-like pings • exact same long, dissolving ending as the original)

I have become comfortably dumb…

(fade)