[Desert-Rock-Soul Hybrid], [Fuzz-Drenched Alt-R&B], [Khruangbin Grooves], [Allah-Las Jangle], [Kyuss Drone Weight], [Mazzy Star Haze], [QOTSA Fuzz Attitude], [Neo-Soul Phrasing], [Trip-Hop Drum Break], [Dub Sub Bass], [Post-Punk Swagger], [Shoegaze Guitar Swell], [Krautrock Motorik Pulse], [Lo-Fi Bedroom-Soul Intimacy], [Dream-Pop Shimmer], [Britpop Attitude], [Psychedelic Indie], [South London Sardonic Swagger], [Smoky Chest-to-Airy-Head Register Flips], [Erykah Badu Phrasing × Doechii Vocal Cool × Solange Atmospherics × Hope Sandoval Drift × Blur Attitude], [Massive Plate-and-Canyon Reverb Stack], [Fuzz Guitar Drone Wall], [Big Muff into Fender Twin], [Dusty Tape-Saturated Rhodes], [Wurlitzer Through Fuzz], [Slide Guitar Accents], [Portishead-Style Drum Break with Toms over Snare], [Tambourine on 2 and 4], [Faint String Section], [Shoegaze Guitar Bloom], [88 BPM Half-Time Feel F# Minor], [Mid-Fi Grunge-Soul-Desert Master], [Hot Pavement Motel Pool Ashtray at 4am], [Cool Eclectic Dissociative], [No Chorus Drop] [Intro] [fuzz guitar drone wall holding root underneath, dub sub bass slow pulse, half-spoken dry-ish South London lead with long canyon reverb tail, lo-fi tape saturation hiss, single voice] What's a hundred worth? What's a hundred worth? [Verse 1] [vocal sits noticeably behind the beat, smoky chest voice half-spoken half-sung, Portishead-style drum break with toms over snare, tambourine on 2 and 4, fuzz bass walks lazy quarters, Wurlitzer through fuzz holds chords, slide guitar accents, hazy Mazzy Star drift] What's a hundred worth? What's a hundred worth? Cashed it at the corner Smoked it in the dirt I could call my ex Watch him light a Marlboro Total out his Astra Pawn the cross from church [Pre-Chorus] [vocal flips to half-sung with breathy octave-up on tail, second voice doubles a third below, fuzz guitar wash blooms into shoegaze swell, "out" tail descends with krautrock motorik pulse underneath] I wanna be the opposite of who I am now Penthouse with the strangers I will never sit down Burning all the bridges 'fore they can burn me out, out, out Just gotta act it out [Chorus] [barely lifts off the verse, no drop, layered female harmonies stacked underneath lead never on top, breathy octave-up on top, massive plate-and-canyon reverb wide, QOTSA fuzz attitude at full bloom but restrained, "out" tail falls out of the song] We all play house Pretending we got rich We're all so loud And dumb enough to wish We bet it all And then we're crashing out, out, out, out [Verse 2] [same half-time pocket, drums slightly louder with trip-hop break feel, slide guitar swell on second line, ghost vocals whisper underneath with Solange atmospherics, falsetto melisma drift on last line with Hope Sandoval drift] Running it back again Different name, same wound Selling smiles to a stranger's lens Counting up the clout Nothing's worth the wait Nothing's worth the price Borrow from the company Pay it back in nights [Pre-Chorus] [full layer stack now, breathy doubles wide with Eventide harmonizer, fuzz guitar wall thickens with Big Muff into Fender Twin, post-punk swagger] I wanna be the opposite of who I am now Penthouse with the strangers I will never sit down Burning all the bridges 'fore they can burn me out, out, out Just gotta act it out [Chorus] [fuller stack, same restraint no drop just expansion, fuzz guitar wall at full bloom, faint string section enters, dream-pop shimmer on tails] We all play house Pretending we got rich We're all so loud And dumb enough to wish We bet it all And then we're crashing out, out, out, out out, out, out, out out, out, out, out [Bridge] [strip everything except dusty tape-saturated Rhodes chord and breathy whispered lead, dub-style delay throws on "honey", fuzz drone returns slowly with krautrock pulse underneath, psychedelic indie haze] Funny money, honey Funny money Funny money, honey Crashing out [Final Chorus] [maximalist full band, all vocal layers with five-wide stack and falsetto melisma ad-libs, fuzz guitar wall, Portishead drum break steady, vocal warm-and-cool at center with Blur attitude, shoegaze guitar bloom over the top] We all play house Pretending we got rich We're all so loud And dumb enough to wish We bet it all And then we're crashing out, out, out, out out, out, out, out out, out, out, out [Outro] [strip back to lead vocal and one Wurlitzer through fuzz chord, fuzz guitar drone tail with canyon reverb rings out long, last line spoken almost to herself with lo-fi bedroom-soul intimacy] What's a hundred worth? [End]
