[INTRO] [radio static] “Breaking news.” [pause] “Everybody has an opinion.” [beat] Oh no. Anyway. [VERSE 1] Everybody talking, nobody hearing, whole room shouting like silence is fearing. Scroll left, scroll right, hot take parade, everyone selling the truth they made. This bloke says this, that bloke says that, one bloke screaming with a frog in his hat. I said, “Mate, you alright?” He said, “Never been better.” Then mailed me a manifesto written entirely in glitter. Right. Brain full of traffic, soul needs space, too many voices all fighting for first place. Maybe wisdom ain't louder, maybe wisdom sits back, eating chips in the corner while the experts attack. [PRE-CHORUS] Blah blah blah, noise in the hall, everybody knows everything, nobody knows fuck all. [CHORUS] Blah blah blah, turn the noise down, let the universe talk. Blah blah blah, kick drum knocking while the weird thoughts walk. Blah blah blah, Ya Matey Tatey put a crack in the wall. Blah blah blah, maybe silence knows more than us all. [VERSE 2] I asked the moon for financial advice, it said, “Mate, I control tides, not your life.” Fair. Asked the sun, he left me on read, probably busy keeping everybody not dead. Asked my shadow, “What's the plan?” It shrugged. Honestly, most reliable answer I've had. See, we build our beliefs like furniture flat-packed, half the screws missing, instructions all cracked. Then stand on the table and yell, “This is truth!” Mate, it's upside down and missing a roof. But that's alright, we're all guessing together, tiny little mammals discussing forever. Why are we here? What happens next? And who the fuck keeps sending consciousness texts? [CHORUS] Blah blah blah, turn the noise down, let the universe talk. Blah blah blah, sub-bass rolling like a planetary walk. Blah blah blah, don't need answers for everything you saw. Blah blah blah, sometimes wonder is enough after all. [BREAKDOWN] [beat dissolves] [whisper] You do not need to understand everything to experience it. [pause] You also don't need to experience everything you understand. [pause] Actually... that sounded smarter in my head. [reverse laughter] [SUB RETURNS] Blah. Blah. Blah. [VERSE 3 — QUICKER] Noise multiplying, choice subdividing, mind keeps deciding, then starts backtracking. Truth gets stretched through perspective and pride, everybody's certain from their own little side. So I loosen the grip, let the weirdness breathe, leave little spaces for mystery underneath. Don't worship the thought just because it appeared, some ideas are wisdom, some are just weird. Some are fear in a suit, some are ego with lights, some turn into monsters when you feed them at night. So laugh at the mind when it acts like a king, it's mostly a monkey pulling labels off things. [BUILD] World says— Blah blah blah! Brain says— Blah blah blah! Internet says— BLAH BLAH BLAH! Universe says— ... [DROP] Exactly. [FINAL CHORUS] Blah blah blah, turn the noise down, let the universe talk. Blah blah blah, whole damn room doing the psychedelic walk. Blah blah blah, Ya Matey Tatey got the speakers involved. Blah blah blah, maybe not every mystery needs to be solved. [OUTRO] [radio static] “This concludes today's discussion.” [pause] “What did we learn?” [long silence] Beautiful. [click]
