Unofficially Owned

garage rock, alt jazz-rock, 120 BPM energetic indie rock

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[SCENE — SUNSET ACROSS THE NEIGHBORHOOD]
[sound design: crickets, porch lights clicking on, distant screen doors, soft wind]
[Young Tuxedo: eager young male voice] Mr. Gray… where do we live?
[Gray Tabby: deep, experienced male voice] We don’t.
[pause]
[Gray Tabby] We’re distributed.
[VERSE 1: GRAY TABBY]
No fences hold what we become
No single bowl, no chosen home
We drift through doors left open wide
Where comfort and timing coincide
They think a name means something true
Like one address we answer to
But every porch we come across
Is just another place we cross
[PRE-CHORUS: ALL]
Not possession, not a chain
Just a pattern in the rain
[CHORUS: ALL]
Unofficially owned
That’s how it goes
Half the neighborhood
Already knows
Unofficially owned
We come and go
We settle where
The catnip grows
[VERSE 2: CALICO]
[Calico: cheerful country female voice]
Mrs. Parker swears I’m hers alone
Same as Johnson down the road
But I don’t correct their view
It’s easier to let them do
A bowl appears, I make my rounds
Sunlit stairs, soft backyard sounds
And somewhere in the quiet green
A garden changes what I mean
[Black Cat: dry, sarcastic female voice]
Catnip isn’t food. It’s strategy.
[PRE-CHORUS: ALL]
No ownership, no decree
Just shared geography
[CHORUS: ALL]
Unofficially owned
That’s how it goes
Half the neighborhood
Already knows
Unofficially owned
We come and go
We settle where
The catnip grows
[VERSE 3: ORANGE CAT]
[Orange Cat: energetic radio-announcer male voice]
Maple Street went full bloom phase
I adjusted all my afternoon stays
Birch Street’s running light this week
So I shifted where I sleep and eat
It’s not control, it’s not command
It’s just what all of us understand
Certain yards just pull us in
Like the system we are living in
[Young Tuxedo: curious young male voice] So catnip decides where we belong?
[Gray Tabby: steady, amused male voice] No.
[pause]
[Gray Tabby] It tells us where things are good.
[BRIDGE]
[sound cue: bass drops, radio static, evening wind]
[Orange Cat: broadcast voice] Neighborhood bulletin!
[All Cats] Bulletin!
[Orange Cat] Catnip conditions across districts remain stable.
[All Cats: satisfied hum]
[Calico: curious] Any changes?
[Orange Cat] Birch Street entered peak bloom status.
[All Cats: collective “ohhh”]
[Black Cat: dry] That’ll affect traffic.
[Young Tuxedo: quieter now] So nobody owns us.
[Gray Tabby: warm, grounded] And we don’t own anything.
[FINAL CHORUS: ALL]
Unofficially owned
That’s how it goes
Half the neighborhood
Already knows
Unofficially owned
We come and go
We settle where
The catnip grows
Unofficially owned
No need to show
We always land
Where it feels like home
[OUTRO]
[sound cue: night fully settling, distant porch doors closing, collar bell fading]
[Young Tuxedo: soft, satisfied] So what are we?
[Gray Tabby: calm, final]
Neighborhood regulars.
[pause]
[Gray Tabby]
On a very good route.
[sound of multiple homes calling faintly in the distance]
“Buddy!”
“Shadow!”
“Mittens!”
“Oliver!”
[Gray Tabby: faint smile in voice] Yeah… that’s us.
[sound cue: crickets swell, fade out]

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[SCENE — SUNSET ACROSS THE NEIGHBORHOOD] [sound design: crickets, porch lights clicking on, distant screen doors, soft wind] [Young Tuxedo: eager young male voice] Mr. Gray… where do we live? [Gray Tabby: deep, experienced male voice] We don’t. [pause] [Gray Tabby] We’re distributed. [VERSE 1: GRAY TABBY] No fences hold what we become No single bowl, no chosen home We drift through doors left open wide Where comfort and timing coincide They think a name means something true Like one address we answer to But every porch we come across Is just another place we cross [PRE-CHORUS: ALL] Not possession, not a chain Just a pattern in the rain [CHORUS: ALL] Unofficially owned That’s how it goes Half the neighborhood Already knows Unofficially owned We come and go We settle where The catnip grows [VERSE 2: CALICO] [Calico: cheerful country female voice] Mrs. Parker swears I’m hers alone Same as Johnson down the road But I don’t correct their view It’s easier to let them do A bowl appears, I make my rounds Sunlit stairs, soft backyard sounds And somewhere in the quiet green A garden changes what I mean [Black Cat: dry, sarcastic female voice] Catnip isn’t food. It’s strategy. [PRE-CHORUS: ALL] No ownership, no decree Just shared geography [CHORUS: ALL] Unofficially owned That’s how it goes Half the neighborhood Already knows Unofficially owned We come and go We settle where The catnip grows [VERSE 3: ORANGE CAT] [Orange Cat: energetic radio-announcer male voice] Maple Street went full bloom phase I adjusted all my afternoon stays Birch Street’s running light this week So I shifted where I sleep and eat It’s not control, it’s not command It’s just what all of us understand Certain yards just pull us in Like the system we are living in [Young Tuxedo: curious young male voice] So catnip decides where we belong? [Gray Tabby: steady, amused male voice] No. [pause] [Gray Tabby] It tells us where things are good. [BRIDGE] [sound cue: bass drops, radio static, evening wind] [Orange Cat: broadcast voice] Neighborhood bulletin! [All Cats] Bulletin! [Orange Cat] Catnip conditions across districts remain stable. [All Cats: satisfied hum] [Calico: curious] Any changes? [Orange Cat] Birch Street entered peak bloom status. [All Cats: collective “ohhh”] [Black Cat: dry] That’ll affect traffic. [Young Tuxedo: quieter now] So nobody owns us. [Gray Tabby: warm, grounded] And we don’t own anything. [FINAL CHORUS: ALL] Unofficially owned That’s how it goes Half the neighborhood Already knows Unofficially owned We come and go We settle where The catnip grows Unofficially owned No need to show We always land Where it feels like home [OUTRO] [sound cue: night fully settling, distant porch doors closing, collar bell fading] [Young Tuxedo: soft, satisfied] So what are we? [Gray Tabby: calm, final] Neighborhood regulars. [pause] [Gray Tabby] On a very good route. [sound of multiple homes calling faintly in the distance] “Buddy!” “Shadow!” “Mittens!” “Oliver!” [Gray Tabby: faint smile in voice] Yeah… that’s us. [sound cue: crickets swell, fade out]

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