[Intro] (a hypnotic motorik four-on-the-floor pulse locks in, single-note bass ostinato, kosmische synth drone and analog sequencer arpeggio, phased pedal steel shimmering, tape echo) [Verse 1] (motorik drums relentless and even, phaser guitar ticking, hushed vocal, Rhodes comping, everything looping) Woke up to a world that knows me, feeds me back my favorite shade Same three opinions in a trench coat, same old ghost in a brand-new parade It queued me up another mirror, said "you'll love it, it's your kind of thing" And I did, and I did, God help me — that's the saddest part of everything [Pre-Chorus] (mellotron and kosmische synth swelling, the loop tightening) 'Cause the more it gives me me, the smaller that I get A hall of little echoes that I ain't grown tired of yet [Chorus] (the groove opens, phased pedal steel and vocoder harmonies soaring over the motorik pulse) Recommended for you — more of what you are Recommended for you — never travel far I want the song they wouldn't play me, the road that isn't mine Something not recommended, something off the line Recommended for you, recommended for you [Verse 2] (back to the locked motorik loop, sequencer arpeggio glinting, ring-modulated texture creeping in) Every stranger's pre-approved now, every sharp edge sanded down Never bump into a thing I hate enough to turn me all around Give me static, give me detour, give me somebody else's taste A door that doesn't know my name and a little wasted space [Pre-Chorus] (synth and mellotron rising again) 'Cause a life that only fits me is a smaller kind of true I want the part I wouldn't pick — surprise me, see me through [Chorus] (full and soaring, harmonies wide) Recommended for you — more of what you are Recommended for you — never travel far I want the song they wouldn't play me, the road that isn't mine Something not recommended, something off the line Recommended for you, recommended for you [Bridge] (the motorik loop BREAKS — drops into warm free-floating cosmic-country psych, phased pedal steel and Rhodes drifting, tempo loosening, liberated) So I closed my eyes and clicked the thing that wasn't meant for me Wrong movie, wrong town, wrong crowd, wrong key And it was terrible and holy, it was nothing I had planned And I felt the edges of me move — I finally didn't understand [Instrumental solo] (a searing phased-pedal-steel and kosmische-synth solo untethered from the loop, ring modulator and tape echo swirling, building) [Final Chorus] (the pulse returns transformed, faster and freer, everything blazing) Un-recommended, off the map — that's where I want to go Give me the version of my life the feed will never know I want the song they wouldn't play me, the road that isn't mine Something not recommended, something new to find Recommended for you — no, not for me this time [Outro] (the motorik pulse dissolves into kosmische drone and tape echo, sequencer arpeggio slowing, drifting off the grid)
