[Style: Fast, driving garage-psych, piercing Farfisa organ riff, Clint Boon style keyboard runs, driving eighth-note bass, rapid tambourine, urgent breathless vocal] [Tempo: 134 BPM, frantic, relentless, driving] [Intro] [High-pitched feedback swell cuts into a rapid Farfisa organ motif] [Distorted bass runs in at full throttle, locked with a driving drum pulse] [Tambourine shaking at hyper-speed] [Snare crack leads into the verse] [Verse 1] [Breathless, urgent vocal delivery, gritty edge] Stumbled out the emergency exit into freezing mist Tinnitus vibrating on the wrist that I missed Fluorescent sign hums like a hornet in a jar Tire tracks screeching on the damp fresh tar Everything you said was just a blur of white noise Lost in the racket of the factory boys! [Pre-Chorus] [Bass line pedals frantic octaves, organ ramps up in pitch] [Backing vocals shout in unison: "Turn it down! Turn it down!"] Frequencies collide against the bone! Left me sitting on the curbstone all alone! Dial tone screeching at a thousand degrees! Knocking all the trembling leaves off the trees! [Chorus] [Massive dynamic burst, unforgettable soaring garage-rock hook] Still got the ringing ringing ringing in my ears! Drowning out the silence of a thousand years! Bell tower clanging right inside my head— Don't repeat a word of anything you said! Can't hear you speak! Ringing in my ears for the rest of the week! [Post-Chorus] [Farfisa organ repeats the rapid intro hook with fuzzy bass crunch] [Verse 2] Sirens down the bypass sounding out in treble clef Standing at the counter feeling half-inch deaf Coins hit the formica with a piercing ping Cannot tell if anybody’s trying to sing Static on the radio between two stations Amplifying all of my frustrations! [Pre-Chorus] [Organ chords stab hard on the off-beats] [Shouted backing vocals: "Turn it down! Turn it down!"] Frequencies collide against the bone! Left me sitting on the curbstone all alone! Dial tone screeching at a thousand degrees! Knocking all the trembling leaves off the trees! [Chorus] [Huge vocal energy, raw grit, smashing cymbals] Still got the ringing ringing ringing in my ears! Drowning out the silence of a thousand years! Bell tower clanging right inside my head— Don't repeat a word of anything you said! Can't hear you speak! Ringing in my ears for the rest of the week! [Bridge] [Sudden stop: only high tremolo guitar note and low tom-tom thuds] [Vocal enters in an eerie, reverbed whisper, panning left and right] High pitch... whistling through the skull... Nothing ever goes completely dull... Feedback rising like water in a well... Can you hear that bell? [Organ enters softly, building in volume and hysteria] Can you hear that bell?! LOUDER! LOUDER! MAKE IT STOP! [Guitar Solo] [Frenzied garage-rock fuzz guitar solo traded with wild Farfisa organ runs] [Drums roll continuously around the toms before snapping into standard beat] [Verse 3] [Band kicks back in at full speed, manic energy] Sun comes up behind the mill chimneys tall Vibration shaking down the mortar from the wall I don't need a loudspeaker to know where you went Every drop of quiet has been totally spent! [Pre-Chorus] [Full throttle, peak volume] Frequencies collide against the bone! Left me sitting on the curbstone all alone! Dial tone screeching at a thousand degrees! Knocking all the trembling leaves off the trees! [Chorus] [Maximum aggression, soaring top-register lead vocals] Still got the ringing ringing ringing in my ears! Drowning out the silence of a thousand years! Bell tower clanging right inside my head— Don't repeat a word of anything you said! Can't hear you speak! Ringing in my ears for the rest of the week! [Outro] [Organ and bass sprint into a dizzying repetitive groove] Ringing in my ears! Ringing in my ears! [High organ trill holds sustained note as drums crash out] [Sustained ringing synth tone fades out into silence] [End]
