[INTRO — CASSETTE CLICK] [static] Yeah. Apparently the universe would like to make an announcement. [whisper] It forgot what it was. [BEAT] Ya. Ya. Ya. Matey Tatey. [VERSE 1] Walk in sideways with a thought in my pocket, whole damn cosmos wanna know what's inside it, opened it up — nothing but static, laughed so hard that the void went manic. No map, no manual, no grand design, just strange little humans trying to measure time, put infinity neatly in a nine-to-five, then wonder why the soul says, “Mate, am I alive?” I got one eye here, one eye through the ceiling, third eye asking why eyes need meaning. Brain doing laps in a circular room, moon told the sun, “I'll get back to you soon.” Truth gets slippery, grip gets thinner, ego wants trophies, soul wants dinner. Maybe enlightenment ain't floating away, maybe it's laughing at yourself when you've fucked up your day. [PRE-CHORUS] Little bit of this, little bit of that, whole universe hiding in the gap between the clap. Don't know where we're going. That's alright. Turn the bass up. We'll get lost right. [CHORUS] Ya ya ya, Ya Matey Tatey got you like— La la la la la la. Ya ya ya, dropping little bits of universe over big fat bass like— La la la la la la. Ya ya ya, open up your mind, don't believe everything inside it. Ya ya ya, Ya Matey Tatey got you like— LA LA LA LA LA LA. [BEAT CUT] Correct. Probably. [VERSE 2] I asked my reflection, “Who's watching who?” He said, “Mate, that's really between me and you.” Fair point. Walked outside, cloud shaped like a question, wind came through with another suggestion: “You don't own tomorrow, you barely own now, stop trying to teach every river exactly how to flow.” Whoa. Cheers, breeze. That's deep. Then a bin rolled past going faster than me. See— Life gets weird when you loosen your grip, one tiny thought can remodel the ship, mind says control, heart says trip, soul in the back going, “Mate, just sit.” But I can't sit still when the kick goes bang, got Buddha in the boot and a universe in my hand. Not claiming wisdom, I'm sharing the view, because half of what I know is knowing I haven't a clue. [CHORUS] Ya ya ya, Ya Matey Tatey got you like— La la la la la la. Ya ya ya, cosmic little riddles with a bassline underneath 'em— La la la la la la. Ya ya ya, nothing is permanent, including this sentence. Ya ya ya— [STOP] See? [DROP] LA LA LA LA LA LA! [PSYCHEDELIC BREAKDOWN] [beat melts] [distant radio] “Attention.” [pause] “You have been thinking for approximately your entire life.” [whisper] How's that going? [reversed voices] Let it go... let it grow... let it go... [spoken] Maybe you're not a thing moving through the universe. Maybe you're the universe temporarily moving as a thing. [pause] Or maybe I need a snack. [SUB BASS RETURNS] Ya. Ya. Ya. [VERSE 3 — FASTER INTERNAL RHYMES] Mind bending, time ending, sign sending, light threading, thoughts ricochet while the bass keeps spreading. Clock ticking, plot thickening, brain glitching, truth shifting, every fixed opinion starts shape-shifting. We build little boxes, then live in the walls, give everything names then forget what we called. Success. Failure. Winner. Lost. Funny how imaginary lines come with such a cost. So breathe when it's heavy, laugh when it's strange, love what you've got because everything changes. Don't need a guru selling keys to the gate, the door might've opened when you stopped trying to escape. That's Tatey philosophy— half cosmic vision, half bloke in Australia making questionable decisions. But underneath jokes there's a truth I defend: We're tiny bits of infinity pretending to end. [BUILD] So when your brain goes— blah blah blah— Tell that noisy little bastard— Ya ya ya. When the world goes— blah blah blah— Drop the beat and give it— YA YA YA! [FINAL CHORUS] Ya ya ya, Ya Matey Tatey got you like— LA LA LA LA LA LA! Ya ya ya, universal wisdom with a wobble in the basement— LA LA LA LA LA LA! Ya ya ya, we're temporary stars having permanent questions. Ya ya ya, laughing through dimensions— LA LA LA LA LA LA! [CALL AND RESPONSE] Who got the wisdom? YA YA YA! Who lost the manual? YA YA YA! Who found the universe underneath the sofa? ... Mate. Don't ask. [FINAL BEAT] Ya ya ya, Ya Matey Tatey got you like— La la la la la la... [beat begins warping] La la la la la— [slow pitch dive] Laaaaaa... [SILENCE] [whisper] Still got no idea what's going on. [CASSETTE CLICK]
