Just Hit Play

spoken word, rap, indie rap, acoustic guitar, ale vocals, dark, progression, deep

(A lone acoustic guitar starts, strumming a bit messily, slightly out of tune. The vocal delivery is conversational, raw, and very direct, shifting between quiet vulnerability and passionate, crackly-voiced shouting.)
(Intro - Hobo Johnson Style)
Hey.
Uh...
Why am I so tired?
Seriously, why are all my songs about sleep?
Or... wait.
Are they actually about something else entirely,
And you just can't decipher my code?
The interwoven secrets of my brain!
No! No, I’m not insane.
There is a plan.
There is a plan you can’t see, there’s always a goal!
A new creation.
Maybe you don’t see the beauties that I do,
But I still really, really wanna share it with you.
Because YOU.
You are beautiful too.
(Verse 1 - Building Momentum)
So let’s just share it together.
Like a sunrise.
Or a sunset.
A brand new day.
And those little tiny sparkles in the dust floating in the sunbeam...
...I’m honestly just writing words at THIS point.
I'm just throwing them at the microphone to see if they stick,
But they feel real!
And this whole thing is building, and I feel like it needs—
I feel like it needs a shift.
Can we do a shift?
Let's do a shift.
(The Fast Rap - Watsky Style)
(The acoustic guitar suddenly gets incredibly fast and rhythmic, driving forward with a punchy, energetic bounce. The delivery becomes a rapid-fire, flawlessly articulated double-time flow.)
Okay, look—
I need a stimulant, a physical equivalent of adrenaline to get me out of bed because my head is feeling sedimented,
And I really like coffee!
Yes, I like the bean, the caffeine, the espresso machine,
The macchiato, the cortado, keeping my body afloat-o,
Pour a cup of dark roast, maybe French press,
Got me feeling like a god, under less stress,
And this has absolutely nothing to do with the song!
No, it doesn't belong!
But it's here! Just like you and me, breathing the atmosphere,
A molecular anomaly, honestly,
I'm sipping on a latte while I'm looking at the comedy of human existence!
With zero resistance!
Give me a double shot, make it hot, drip drop, don't stop,
Pour it to the top of the mug, give my synapses a hug,
And now I'm buzzing, I'm vibrating, I'm over-stating,
Is it helping my sleep schedule? No, but my heart is palpitating!
And I'm running and I'm spitting and I'm hitting every syllable,
A lyrical miracle, typical, maybe a little bit satirical,
But I love the taste of the roast in the morning!
(Verse 2 - Hobo Johnson Style)
(The fast rhythm abruptly stops. The guitar returns to a gentle, slow, lazy strum. The vocals are out of breath, laughing a little bit, totally stripped back.)
Whoah.
Okay.
Whew.
Like I said...
That had absolutely nothing to do with the song.
But it’s here.
Just like you.
And just like me.
And, I don't know, I just wanted another song for this speech.
This spoken word, acoustic rap... thing.
This is like... a total genre of epic music.
And it doesn't get enough play!
Why doesn't it get enough play, man?
We're just talking. We're just sharing the sunrise and the dust sparkles.
So...
I guess there's nothing left to do.
Just hit Play.
(The guitar plays one final, ringing chord and vibrates into silence)

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(A lone acoustic guitar starts, strumming a bit messily, slightly out of tune. The vocal delivery is conversational, raw, and very direct, shifting between quiet vulnerability and passionate, crackly-voiced shouting.) (Intro - Hobo Johnson Style) Hey. Uh... Why am I so tired? Seriously, why are all my songs about sleep? Or... wait. Are they actually about something else entirely, And you just can't decipher my code? The interwoven secrets of my brain! No! No, I’m not insane. There is a plan. There is a plan you can’t see, there’s always a goal! A new creation. Maybe you don’t see the beauties that I do, But I still really, really wanna share it with you. Because YOU. You are beautiful too. (Verse 1 - Building Momentum) So let’s just share it together. Like a sunrise. Or a sunset. A brand new day. And those little tiny sparkles in the dust floating in the sunbeam... ...I’m honestly just writing words at THIS point. I'm just throwing them at the microphone to see if they stick, But they feel real! And this whole thing is building, and I feel like it needs— I feel like it needs a shift. Can we do a shift? Let's do a shift. (The Fast Rap - Watsky Style) (The acoustic guitar suddenly gets incredibly fast and rhythmic, driving forward with a punchy, energetic bounce. The delivery becomes a rapid-fire, flawlessly articulated double-time flow.) Okay, look— I need a stimulant, a physical equivalent of adrenaline to get me out of bed because my head is feeling sedimented, And I really like coffee! Yes, I like the bean, the caffeine, the espresso machine, The macchiato, the cortado, keeping my body afloat-o, Pour a cup of dark roast, maybe French press, Got me feeling like a god, under less stress, And this has absolutely nothing to do with the song! No, it doesn't belong! But it's here! Just like you and me, breathing the atmosphere, A molecular anomaly, honestly, I'm sipping on a latte while I'm looking at the comedy of human existence! With zero resistance! Give me a double shot, make it hot, drip drop, don't stop, Pour it to the top of the mug, give my synapses a hug, And now I'm buzzing, I'm vibrating, I'm over-stating, Is it helping my sleep schedule? No, but my heart is palpitating! And I'm running and I'm spitting and I'm hitting every syllable, A lyrical miracle, typical, maybe a little bit satirical, But I love the taste of the roast in the morning! (Verse 2 - Hobo Johnson Style) (The fast rhythm abruptly stops. The guitar returns to a gentle, slow, lazy strum. The vocals are out of breath, laughing a little bit, totally stripped back.) Whoah. Okay. Whew. Like I said... That had absolutely nothing to do with the song. But it’s here. Just like you. And just like me. And, I don't know, I just wanted another song for this speech. This spoken word, acoustic rap... thing. This is like... a total genre of epic music. And it doesn't get enough play! Why doesn't it get enough play, man? We're just talking. We're just sharing the sunrise and the dust sparkles. So... I guess there's nothing left to do. Just hit Play. (The guitar plays one final, ringing chord and vibrates into silence)

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