Where Is the Tuna (Payment Dispute Blues)

garage rock, alternative/alt-jazz-metal, sea shanty

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[SCENE — LOCATION: HARBOR PAYMASTER BOOTH / RAIN SOFTENING INTO DRIZZLE] [sound design: coin clinks, paper rustle, distant gulls, confused meowing echoing like feedback]
[PAYMASTER - male, polite but exhausted] We’ve compensated you in full currency [CAPTAIN VALE - female, sharp, offended disbelief] I did NOT request shiny sadness
[CREW MEMBER - confused whisper] She’s… staring at the coins again
[VERSE 1: CAPTAIN VALE] They handed me metal like it meant “meal”
Cold little circles that don’t appeal
I signed the sheet, I did the work
But my stomach said “this system’s berserk”
You call it pay, I call it wrong
It doesn’t smell like fish or song
No brine, no bite, no ocean truth
Just pocket weight and missing proof
[PRE-CHORUS: CAPTAIN VALE] I hear the offer, I see the gleam
But it’s not what it means in a cat’s dream
[CHORUS: ALL] Where is the tuna? (not the coin)
Where is the ocean in what you joined?
We hauled the nets, we braved the storm
But you paid in shapes that don’t stay warm
Where is the tuna? (bring it near)
Something that smells like “we were here”
We sing the dock in rising tone
But hunger doesn’t eat alone
[VERSE 2: CAPTAIN VALE] He said “you’re paid,” I tilted my head
That’s not what the sea inside me said
The contract shines but it doesn’t chew
And I’m built for salt and protein truth
The crew all nod but they understand
Coins don’t land like fish in hand
We work the waves, we earn the tide
Not pocket ghosts to store inside
[VERSE 3: CAPTAIN VALE] So I question the human trade routine
Why is payment never cuisine?
If I lift the load and brave the spray
Shouldn’t something edible come my way?
I don’t reject your human gold
I just prefer it… grilled or rolled
In a little tin with ocean pride
Not something you just “digitized”
[PRE-CHORUS] I hear the offer, I see the gleam
But it’s not what it means in a cat’s dream
[CHORUS: ALL — louder, faster] Where is the tuna? (not the coin)
Where is the ocean in what you joined?
We hauled the nets, we braved the storm
But you paid in shapes that don’t stay warm
Where is the tuna? (don’t delay)
Something that tastes like “we worked today”
We sing the dock, we bend the night
For something edible feels more right
[BRIDGE] [sound cue: rain stops, sudden comedic silence, one gull screams judgmentally] The coins jingle like they’re confused
Like they’ve never been properly used
And I stare back with ancient eyes
That measure pay in salmon size
[FINAL CHORUS: ALL] Where is the tuna? (state my case)
Not just a shiny, meaningless place
We worked the sea, we earned the right
To something tasty in the night
Where is the tuna? (hear my plea)
Not abstract wealth—reality
We sing it loud, we claim the tone
Feed the worker, not the throne
[OUTRO] [sound cue: gentle harbor waves + distant opening of a tin can] Oh…
That’s the sound of understanding.

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[SCENE — LOCATION: HARBOR PAYMASTER BOOTH / RAIN SOFTENING INTO DRIZZLE] [sound design: coin clinks, paper rustle, distant gulls, confused meowing echoing like feedback] [PAYMASTER - male, polite but exhausted] We’ve compensated you in full currency [CAPTAIN VALE - female, sharp, offended disbelief] I did NOT request shiny sadness [CREW MEMBER - confused whisper] She’s… staring at the coins again [VERSE 1: CAPTAIN VALE] They handed me metal like it meant “meal” Cold little circles that don’t appeal I signed the sheet, I did the work But my stomach said “this system’s berserk” You call it pay, I call it wrong It doesn’t smell like fish or song No brine, no bite, no ocean truth Just pocket weight and missing proof [PRE-CHORUS: CAPTAIN VALE] I hear the offer, I see the gleam But it’s not what it means in a cat’s dream [CHORUS: ALL] Where is the tuna? (not the coin) Where is the ocean in what you joined? We hauled the nets, we braved the storm But you paid in shapes that don’t stay warm Where is the tuna? (bring it near) Something that smells like “we were here” We sing the dock in rising tone But hunger doesn’t eat alone [VERSE 2: CAPTAIN VALE] He said “you’re paid,” I tilted my head That’s not what the sea inside me said The contract shines but it doesn’t chew And I’m built for salt and protein truth The crew all nod but they understand Coins don’t land like fish in hand We work the waves, we earn the tide Not pocket ghosts to store inside [VERSE 3: CAPTAIN VALE] So I question the human trade routine Why is payment never cuisine? If I lift the load and brave the spray Shouldn’t something edible come my way? I don’t reject your human gold I just prefer it… grilled or rolled In a little tin with ocean pride Not something you just “digitized” [PRE-CHORUS] I hear the offer, I see the gleam But it’s not what it means in a cat’s dream [CHORUS: ALL — louder, faster] Where is the tuna? (not the coin) Where is the ocean in what you joined? We hauled the nets, we braved the storm But you paid in shapes that don’t stay warm Where is the tuna? (don’t delay) Something that tastes like “we worked today” We sing the dock, we bend the night For something edible feels more right [BRIDGE] [sound cue: rain stops, sudden comedic silence, one gull screams judgmentally] The coins jingle like they’re confused Like they’ve never been properly used And I stare back with ancient eyes That measure pay in salmon size [FINAL CHORUS: ALL] Where is the tuna? (state my case) Not just a shiny, meaningless place We worked the sea, we earned the right To something tasty in the night Where is the tuna? (hear my plea) Not abstract wealth—reality We sing it loud, we claim the tone Feed the worker, not the throne [OUTRO] [sound cue: gentle harbor waves + distant opening of a tin can] Oh… That’s the sound of understanding.

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