[INTRO — vocoder, almost no drums] Too smooth Too fast Too much Too bad I used to know what not to love [LEAD SYNTH HOOK] doo—DAH—doo—doo—DAAAH [VERSE 1] Another sunrise no one saw Another dog with seven paws Another CEO explaining Why the future needs a naming Plastic mountains Perfect rain Everybody talks the same I scroll past thirty thousand dreams Made by thirty thousand machines [PRE-CHORUS — bass disappears] And I said No No, no, no This isn't art No No, no, no Don't let it start [brief silence] Then that stupid little picture kind of broke my heart [CHORUS] I'm learning to love the slop Love the slop Love the slop Let it pour until it never stops Synthetic moon Synthetic shop Synthetic girl Synthetic yacht I know exactly what it's not But I'm learning I'm learning I'm learning to love the slop [LEAD SYNTH HOOK — completely exposed] doo—DAH—doo—doo—DAAAH [VERSE 2 — clipped robotic delivery] Generated breakfast Generated news Generated people Generated shoes Generated wisdom Generated fear Generated memory of a generated year Everyone's beautiful Nobody's there Perfect teeth Impossible hair And somewhere in the garbage glow I found a thing I didn't know [PRE-CHORUS] Maybe meaning isn't clean Maybe beauty needs debris Maybe humans made enough bad things to share some blame with the machines [CHORUS] I'm learning to love the slop Love the slop Love the slop Little rivers from the content mop Synthetic grief Synthetic bop Synthetic baby Synthetic cop Everything rises Nothing drops And I'm learning I'm learning I'm learning to love the slop [POST-CHORUS — whispered human voice] I think this one's actually good. [VOCODER] You always say that. [INSTRUMENTAL — lead synth alone, then strings slowly enter] doo—DAH—doo—doo—DAAAH [BRIDGE — unexpectedly sincere] When every picture can exist Why did I save this one? When every song can be replaced Why did I hum this one? When every sentence costs nothing Why did this one stay? Maybe cheap things can still follow you around all day [small digital glitch] Maybe abundance doesn't kill affection Maybe affection just gets worse at selection [BUILD] Show me the hands with too many fingers Show me the phrases that strangely linger Show me the sunset nobody shot Give me the whole unholy lot [FINAL CHORUS — euphoric] I'm learning to love the slop LOVE THE SLOP LOVE THE SLOP Turn the faucet break the knob Synthetic tears Synthetic God Synthetic everything we've got I know the difference I just forgot And I'm learning I'm learning I'm learning— [everything cuts except lead synth] —to love the slop [LEAD SYNTH] doo—DAH—doo—doo—DAAAH [OUTRO — spoken] Make another one. [VOCODER] Already did.
