[Intro | endlessly ascending layered octave arpeggio | continuous rising pitch illusion | hypnotic mechanical repetition | constant escalating tension | no harmonic resolution | robotic backup singers fade in | vintage 1986 electro synth textures | alien bar ambience] # PULL IT AGAIN [Spoken Intro | deadpan robotic voice] Congratulations. Your brain has been replaced by... CONTENT. Not knowledge. CONTENT. [Verse 1] [Rising arpeggio loop | octave-layered risers | never-resolving tension] Seven-second video Raccoon with a Pop-Tart Watch another Watch another Forty-seven minutes gone WHERE DID THEY GO? [Chorus | robotic backup singers] [Rising arpeggio loop | octave-layered risers | never-resolving tension] PULL IT AGAIN! PULL IT AGAIN! Neurological slot machine Spinning in my head! DING! Celebrity divorce! DING! A duck wearing Crocs! JACKPOT! [Spoken Word | mechanical ticking] [Rising arpeggio loop | octave-layered risers | never-resolving tension] People used to read books. BIG ONES. Four hundred pages. Now somebody sends me a three-minute video. THREE MINUTES?! What am I... serving a prison sentence? [Verse 2] [Rising arpeggio loop | octave-layered risers | never-resolving tension] Cat! Car crash! Recipe! War! Meteor! Monkey pants! Hemorrhoid cream! CAT AGAIN! [Chorus] [Rising arpeggio loop | octave-layered risers | never-resolving tension] PULL IT AGAIN! PULL IT AGAIN! DING! Something stupid! DING! Something worse! DING! A possum driving a forklift! JACKPOT! [Spoken Breakdown] [Rising arpeggio loop | octave-layered risers | never-resolving tension] My phone noticed. I stopped scrolling... for 1.7 seconds. Possum. Forklift. Tomorrow... MORE FORKLIFT POSSUMS. [Final Chorus] [Rising arpeggio loop | octave-layered risers | never-resolving tension] PULL IT AGAIN! PULL IT AGAIN! My frontal lobe has left the building! DING! SQUIRREL WITH A CHAINSAW! [Silence] [Spoken Outro] [Rising arpeggio loop | octave-layered risers | never-resolving tension] I should probably go outside. Maybe tomorrow. Please keep scrolling. Your thoughts were taking up valuable space.
