Archeology of a Bad Mood

DubzRP

Wonder Vision

DubzRP

indie rock, garage rock, disco-punk

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(Verse 1) I’m digging through the sediment of what you said at lunch Sifting through the subtext, I’ve got a nagging hunch That the way you held your coffee was a tactical maneuver And your silence wasn’t golden, it was more like industrial hoover Sucking all the oxygen right out of the room While I’m over here perfecting my impending sense of doom.

(Chorus) It’s the archeology of a bad mood Dusting off the insults, keeping them for food I’m a scholar of the cold shoulder, a master of the spite Putting fossils in a museum just to keep me up at night. [Note: Shouted backing vocals on "food" and "night."]

(Verse 2) Layer by layer, the resentment starts to settle I found a shard of sarcasm, I think it’s made of metal It’s dated Tuesday morning, back in 2014 The sharpest little relic that the world has ever seen I’ll label it with carbon and I’ll put it on a shelf A little gift of misery I’ve curated for myself.

(Bridge) [Note: Music drops to a thumping bass and a cowbell.] Don’t tell me to let it go, I’m deep inside the trench There’s a history of trauma in the way you used that wrench To tighten up the tension till the pipes begin to spray— [Note: Guitars explode back in.] Now I’m drowning in the debris of a semi-normal day!

(Guitar Solo) [Note: A frenetic, angular guitar solo. Use a "scratchy" treble tone with quick, chromatic runs that sound like someone frantically digging. Incorporate "stop-start" rhythmic pauses where the drums hit a double-time beat before crashing back into the main riff.]

(Outro) [Note: Tempo speeds up for the final four bars.] Digging it up. (Yeah, I’m digging it up). Check the carbon date. (It’s a little too late). Just a pile of bones.

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1. The Archeology of a Bad Mood [Production: 145 BPM. Up-tempo Alt-Rock. Start with a dry, punchy drum kit. Layer a sharp, "telecaster" style guitar melody that mimics the staccato delivery of the vocals. In the chorus, add a distorted bass synth underneath the live bass to give it a dance-punk weight.] (Verse 1) I’m digging through the sediment of what you said at lunch Sifting through the subtext, I’ve got a nagging hunch That the way you held your coffee was a tactical maneuver And your silence wasn’t golden, it was more like industrial hoover Sucking all the oxygen right out of the room While I’m over here perfecting my impending sense of doom. (Chorus) It’s the archeology of a bad mood Dusting off the insults, keeping them for food I’m a scholar of the cold shoulder, a master of the spite Putting fossils in a museum just to keep me up at night. [Note: Shouted backing vocals on "food" and "night."] (Verse 2) Layer by layer, the resentment starts to settle I found a shard of sarcasm, I think it’s made of metal It’s dated Tuesday morning, back in 2014 The sharpest little relic that the world has ever seen I’ll label it with carbon and I’ll put it on a shelf A little gift of misery I’ve curated for myself. (Bridge) [Note: Music drops to a thumping bass and a cowbell.] Don’t tell me to let it go, I’m deep inside the trench There’s a history of trauma in the way you used that wrench To tighten up the tension till the pipes begin to spray— [Note: Guitars explode back in.] Now I’m drowning in the debris of a semi-normal day! (Guitar Solo) [Note: A frenetic, angular guitar solo. Use a "scratchy" treble tone with quick, chromatic runs that sound like someone frantically digging. Incorporate "stop-start" rhythmic pauses where the drums hit a double-time beat before crashing back into the main riff.] (Chorus) It’s the archeology of a bad mood Dusting off the insults, keeping them for food I’m a scholar of the cold shoulder, a master of the spite Putting fossils in a museum just to keep me up at night. (Outro) [Note: Tempo speeds up for the final four bars.] Digging it up. (Yeah, I’m digging it up). Check the carbon date. (It’s a little too late). Just a pile of bones.

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