Sand in the Server Room

rock, Fast, scrappy '90s punk band energy: overdriven guitars, downpicked power chords, and shout-along gang vocals, Male vocals half-sung, half-yelled, with a snare-forward drum sound, gritty bass pumping eighth notes, Verses tight and sardonic; chorus explodes with layered shouts, Brief halftime breakdown in the bridge before a final, faster reprise, punk

V4.5-ALL

[Verse 1] Coffee breath Badge on a lanyard Sleeping on stain-spotted floor Whiteboard full of half-baked answers Pager screams "ship it" once more Rent check late Ramen for dinner Stock options taped to the wall Netscape dreams Dial-up sinners Burned-out saints in a strip mall [Chorus] This is our silicon wasteland Spray paint hope on cubicle gray Shipping bugs like it's a game plan Pray the Y2K gods look away We were kings of the crash and compile In the glow of a beige CRT Silicon Valley of the 90s Was a punk rock fantasy [Verse 2] Foosball wars Code in the margins T-shirts and thrift-store ties VC sharks circling jargon Every deck another lie Garage door half-busted Crooked Server fans howling all night "Move fast Break it" on a Post-it We broke first We still felt right [Chorus] This is our silicon wasteland Spray paint hope on cubicle gray Shipping bugs like it's a game plan Pray the Y2K gods look away We were kings of the crash and compile In the glow of a beige CRT Silicon Valley of the 90s Was a punk rock fantasy [Bridge] IPO on an old projection Ticker tape on a thrifted suit (hey!) Millionaires on a Monday morning By Friday Back to chasing root [Chorus] This is our silicon wasteland Spray paint hope on cubicle gray Shipping bugs like it's a game plan Pray the Y2K gods look away We were kings of the crash and compile In the glow of a beige CRT Silicon Valley of the 90s Still a cracked-screen memory

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