[Verse 1] Microtonal madrigal A murmured Modern mode Where semitone-adjacent tones politely overload The ear with nested intervals Infinitesimal Yet somehow still diatonic-ish If slightly criminal [Chorus] Oh Every niche and novelty Has found a beat A key A creed From hushed experimentalism to Profoundly stylish nerdy need We catalog our quirks in time A grand Excessive Tuneful chart Taxonomies in tempo And a metronome for every heart [Verse 2] Neo-Byzantine blues A droning desert drawl With gold-leaf iconography in every flattened fall Where penitential pentatones parade in dusty chains And incense-scented syncopations sanctify the pains [Verse 3] Hyperswing habanera A jittery hybrid spree Where dancers count in crooked twos yet land on jaunty three The hi-hat hitches Hitchhikes through the staggered Swaggered bars A zigzag polyrhythmic waltz beneath misaligned cigars [Chorus] [Verse 4] Chamber ska cantata With oboes skanking prim A harpsichord on offbeats Quite surprisingly in trim The violas trade upstroked replies with fugue-obsessed bassoons As trombones execute a canon Leaping thirds in pointed swoons [Verse 5] Post-Lisztian lounge A velvet Virtuosic haze Where cocktail-shaker cadenzas garnish late Romantic phrase The left hand rolls arpeggios like oysters on a tray While right-hand decorations flirt Then modulate away [Bridge] And I confess As chronicler Of micro-scenes and minor sects My lexicon grows labyrinths Of prefixes and side effects Each sub-sub-style I serenade Creates a fork A fresh sub-branch The tree of song becomes a maze Of oddly overgrown avalanche Yet still The pulse Persistent Plain Aligns these tangles into arcs A heartbeat binding baroque quirks To basement bands and scholar’s charts [Verse 6] Quantum klezmer shuffle Where clarinets entangle Two contrary trajectories in swirling Circling angle The melody Observably Cannot collapse to one It dances Doubly definite Until the song is done [Verse 7] Paleo-psychedelic plainsong Softly swirling over bones Where monochrome mosaics hum through stacked Stratified drones A monochord remembers when the lyres first learned to bend Reality with overtones that never quite descend [Chorus] [Coda] So file your favorite flavor In a footnoted refrain From madrigal to shuffle Every shard deserves a name We modulate through micro-worlds Then gently Wryly Fall From arcane Ornate particulars To the simple fact: They’re all just Songs After all
