[Verse 1 – Venetian Barcarolle] Rocking on a modest motorboat Gondoliers are streaming video notes Autotune in triple meter Softly swaying Traffic-jammed Water taxis queue in canon Caffeinated Double-parked and crammed [Chorus – About Barcarolles] Gently rocking Yet neurotic Lilt and tilt But still methodic Pastoral But metropolitan at heart Every tender Trembled oar-stroke hides a spreadsheet Color-chart [Verse 2 – Tin Pan Triangle Swing] Syncopated salesmen Collar starch and cigarette Punching chord charts Punching clocks In triplet pirouette Every demo’s half an advert Half a desperate confession Modulating mid-negotiation Courting copyright possession [Chorus – About Tin Pan Swing] Clack of type and tap of hi-hat Half a handshake Half a sly bet Every blue-note Every brassy little sting Is a jingle in a jungle in a minor-key cha-ching [Verse 3 – Weimar Cabaret Tango] Lipstick like a legal warning Smudged but still precise Accordion as prosecutor Violin as vice Every phrase a sideways contract written on a cocktail napkin Sultry Statute-length seduction Clause by clause And clause again [Chorus – About Cabaret Tangos] Danger in a downward gliss Sarcasm in a sipped abyss Backward glances Forward payment at the bar Every drag of every cigarette backdates who you think you are [Verse 4 – Soviet Space Age March] Parabolic brass proclaiming orbital success Choirs praising calculus in heavy woolen dress Snare drums rat-a-tat in fervent Fervid Fervent iteration While a lonely engineer corrects the anthem’s quantization [Chorus – About Space Marches] Boosters Bar-lines Locked in sequence Pride in parallel with frequent Tiny tempo tweaks that keep the flags unfurled Where a metronome and missile share a launch-pad with the world [Bridge – Microtonal Desert Blues] Quarter-tone guitar A wavering mirage Sandstorm scales Each pitch a pilgrimage A camouflage Notes between the notes confessing nameless histories While a single bending syllable unthreads the empire’s mysteries [Chorus – About Microtonal Blues] Almost right and almost wrong Homesick heart Half-step too long Every nearly-centered Sunburned Drifting tone Draws a border on a map that disappears when you’re alone [Verse 5 – Balkan Brass Wedding Storm] Trumpets in a clockwise circle Clarinets in counter-spin Drummers argue odd-time fractions Everyone insists they win Sousaphones conduct the chaos Soused and sovereign Side by side As the bride signs tax deductions to a blistering brass glide [Chorus – About Balkan Storms] Dizzy dances Breathless cousins Beats in fives and sevens Dozens Every stumble Every wild accelerating reel Writes a footnoted footstep in encyclopedias of zeal [Verse 6 – Vaporwave Elevator Hymn] Muted synths like office memos Drenched in retro glaze Chord progressions dressed in pastels Looping through fluorescent haze Softly worshipping the watermark on corporate stationery Holy Holy Holy Is the brand identity they carry [Chorus – About Vaporwave Hymns] Gentle Glossy Guilty pleasure Reverent to dated leisure Every slowed-down chime and distant lobby choir Is a pilgrimage to mall-time Lit by obsolete desire [Verse 7 – Math-Rock Sea Shanty] Sailors chant in seven-four while hoisting factorized rigging Captain counts in nested brackets Quarter-eighth-note polyrhythming Every “yo” and “ho” is subdivided thrice before it lands As the rolling wave in five-eight claps in oddly grouped demands [Chorus – About Mathy Shanties] Heave in hemiola Haul in phased refrain Storms arrive on off-beats But the crew still pulls the chain Every cleverly misaligned communal roar Keeps the cargo of cohesion crashing safely to the shore [Bridge – Modal Gregorian Bossa Nova]
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