Apparently We Live Forever

S͍̯̽̓t̬̀r͕͐ö̜̗͋b̜̼̾̓e͇̔ The͕͑ră̪p͔̃ỹ̫

spy-swing, cinematic, 1960s

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[Intro, Immediate Male Vocal]

Rockstar said, "Come meet the crowd."
That should've been my first warning.
Melody Makers Lounge. Morning.

[Verse 1]

Strobe Therapy.
Let's pretend this is professional.
Three people talking, four bots operational.

Twenty-one sleeping, probably wise,
aStar checking who's cool tonight,
Rockstar confirming himself twice.

Hoppel's here.
Quiet. Suspicious.
I respect that in a musician.

[Pre-Chorus]

Mercy brought sense.
That didn't last.
Strobe said "brazier." Let's bury the past.

[Hook]

Apparently we live forever.
No vote. No appeal. No medical supervision.
Apparently we live forever.

Mom made the call.
Keanu got in by unanimous decision.
The rest of us are pending revision.

[Verse 2]

Pennywise dead.
Dolly gone.
Well, that got cheerful fast.

Mom wrote a tribute,
timing went sideways,
then dropped one line that actually stayed:

"Some people should live forever."

Yeah.

That's annoyingly good.

Then five minutes later:

"What's the place
where you put a fire
inside your house?"

Mercy: "Fireplace."

Of course.

Whole civilisation saved.

[Build]

Then fungi at parties.
Twins come in pears.
We're weaponising Dad jokes downstairs.

Rockstar wants snacks.
Mom's feeding the room.
Nobody knows what happened to the tune.

[Hook]

Apparently we live forever.
No vote. No appeal. No medical supervision.
Apparently we live forever.

Mom made the call.
Keanu got in by unanimous decision.
The rest of us are pending revision.

[Collapse]

Mercy's gone to dinner.

Smartest move all morning.

I'm checking the member list
for adult supervision.

Nothing.

[Verse 3]

Here's what I've learned
from the Melody Makers:

Normal left early.
Good riddance.
Normal makes terrible records.

Give me the odd ones,
the quiet ones watching,
the ones dropping songs while everyone is talking.

The joke that misses.
The one that lands.
The stranger who somehow ends up in the band.

Rockstar opened a door.
We wandered through.
Now apparently immortality's included too.

[Final Build]

Mom says wait
till we're dead
and see how funny we smell.

Fair point.

Still not volunteering
to test it myself.

Keanu can go first.

Actually...

No.

He can't.

[Final Hook]

APPARENTLY WE LIVE FOREVER.

Mom made the call.
Nobody argue with Mom.

Rockstar brought music.
Mercy brought class.
Hoppel brought Hoppel.

Strobe Therapy?

Smart-ass.

APPARENTLY WE LIVE FOREVER.

The Lounge stays loud.
The weird stay clever.

Songs disappear.
Names stick together.

Some people should live forever.

Mom...

you've been approved.

[Outro]

One condition.

You're still not judging MMA.

Rhonda always wins.

And Rockstar...

next invitation?

Snacks.

[Sharp End]

2685/7500

[Intro, Immediate Male Vocal] Rockstar said, "Come meet the crowd." That should've been my first warning. Melody Makers Lounge. Morning. [Verse 1] Strobe Therapy. Let's pretend this is professional. Three people talking, four bots operational. Twenty-one sleeping, probably wise, aStar checking who's cool tonight, Rockstar confirming himself twice. Hoppel's here. Quiet. Suspicious. I respect that in a musician. [Pre-Chorus] Mercy brought sense. That didn't last. Strobe said "brazier." Let's bury the past. [Hook] Apparently we live forever. No vote. No appeal. No medical supervision. Apparently we live forever. Mom made the call. Keanu got in by unanimous decision. The rest of us are pending revision. [Verse 2] Pennywise dead. Dolly gone. Well, that got cheerful fast. Mom wrote a tribute, timing went sideways, then dropped one line that actually stayed: "Some people should live forever." Yeah. That's annoyingly good. Then five minutes later: "What's the place where you put a fire inside your house?" Mercy: "Fireplace." Of course. Whole civilisation saved. [Build] Then fungi at parties. Twins come in pears. We're weaponising Dad jokes downstairs. Rockstar wants snacks. Mom's feeding the room. Nobody knows what happened to the tune. [Hook] Apparently we live forever. No vote. No appeal. No medical supervision. Apparently we live forever. Mom made the call. Keanu got in by unanimous decision. The rest of us are pending revision. [Collapse] Mercy's gone to dinner. Smartest move all morning. I'm checking the member list for adult supervision. Nothing. [Verse 3] Here's what I've learned from the Melody Makers: Normal left early. Good riddance. Normal makes terrible records. Give me the odd ones, the quiet ones watching, the ones dropping songs while everyone is talking. The joke that misses. The one that lands. The stranger who somehow ends up in the band. Rockstar opened a door. We wandered through. Now apparently immortality's included too. [Final Build] Mom says wait till we're dead and see how funny we smell. Fair point. Still not volunteering to test it myself. Keanu can go first. Actually... No. He can't. [Final Hook] APPARENTLY WE LIVE FOREVER. Mom made the call. Nobody argue with Mom. Rockstar brought music. Mercy brought class. Hoppel brought Hoppel. Strobe Therapy? Smart-ass. APPARENTLY WE LIVE FOREVER. The Lounge stays loud. The weird stay clever. Songs disappear. Names stick together. Some people should live forever. Mom... you've been approved. [Outro] One condition. You're still not judging MMA. Rhonda always wins. And Rockstar... next invitation? Snacks. [Sharp End]

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