[Intro — VHS hiss, projector clicking] [Female Announcer] Tonight’s feature presentation… [TV static] [Child Voice] Don’t touch that memory. [CLICK] [Whispered] One more… [projector flip] [MALE Verse 1] Channels in my head still flicker when I sleep, Faces from the static buried underneath, Cartoons after midnight, volume down low, Two kids in the summer where’d the whole thing go? [MALE] Episodes— Channels— Somewhere in the middle the signal went black. Christmas twice, snow outside, tracks disappearing underneath the white. Spring came back with another new face, Summer disappeared without leaving a trace. [PROJECTOR FLIPPING] [Female Vocal] Ooooooh— Where did it go? Ooooooh— Where did it go? [Female Philosophical Narrator] Perhaps it is not a recording. Perhaps every time you remember… you make the movie again. [DROP — heavy distorted bass] [Chorus] THIS IS THE MOVIE— I KNOW. I’VE SEEN IT BEFORE Don’t touch that— I was almost there. One more corrupted file— one more year— One more episode and everybody disappears. THIS IS THE MOVIE— But something’s wrong with the tape. Same old voices, different face. Corrupted memories, frame by frame— Tell me why I remember the feeling but forget the name. [Verse 2] [CLICK] [CLICK] Saturday morning. [CLICK] [CLICK] Toonami warning. [CLICK] [CLICK] Mom’s asleep. Adult Swim glowing from the CRT. Monsters, heroes, cards on the floor, battles by the bedroom door. running like the years do now, Tv glowing then the screen cuts out. [TV CHANNEL FLIP] “…previously on—” [CLICK] “…we’ll be right back—” [CLICK] “…season finale—” [CLICK] [Child Voice] Wait— wasn’t I just here? [Beat cuts] [Philosophical Narrator] That’s strange…. Here’s a reboot! [Silence] [PROJECTOR CLICK] [MALE Verse 3 SMOOTH] Now the film burns faster, frames hit harder, little bit older, memory gets darker. Faces get grainy, voices get low, places still exist but there’s nowhere to go. I found the station— lost it again. Found my beginning somewhere near the end. Lost in space, looking for home, followed the signal back to the glow. Maybe I wasn’t lost. Maybe— I was remembering. [BUILD — female vocal rising] Ooooooooh— [Shouted] DON’T TOUCH THAT! MEMORY!! AAAHHH!! [FINAL DROP] [Chorus] THIS IS THE MOVIE— I KNOW I’VE SEEN IT BEFORE. Episodes gone, seasons gone, still reaching for one more. Corrupted memories dance in the light— Summer keeps playing somewhere every night. THIS IS THE MOVIE— ROLL IT AGAIN. Back to the beginning, before we knew the end. One more corruption. One more scene. One more night inside the machine. [Outro — beat degrading] [Child Voice] What happens next? [Older Voice] I don’t remember. [Child Voice] Can we start it over? [VHS rewind] [Female Announcer — distant] And now… our feature presentation. [projector stops] [CLICK] [Whispered] Don’t touch that memory.
