[INTRO] (jaunty guitar, handclaps, stomping beat) Come on strike up the band I got a masterpiece in my hand And… Nobody’s listening, nobody knows So I turn up the volume and here we go— [VERSE 1] In a cold dark room I shout enlightenment Throw my thought sparks into the Suno night I’ve got a revelation burning bright But nobody’s listening to my song tonight I’ve got twelve good verses and a killer refrain I’ve got a head full of thunder and a heart full of rain I posted my song and I waited all day No likes, no clicks, no follows Just THE SILENCE!!! ringing through my brain [PRE-CHORUS] And oh, oh, oooo THE SILENCE!!!! It’s a raging fire that maddens and torments A not-so-subtle demon Fueled by nobody giving ONE click or a DAMN! [CHORUS] I've got the Unabomber Blues Big ideas, no reviews I’ve got a preacher’s fire but no congregation, no choir No one’s listening Just me and my dead message Some want glory, some want fame Some want everybody knowing their name Some want the pedestal, the spotlight, the cheers Some just make music for an audience of one But I want the fervent roar of the crowd But what I’ve got are the Unabomber Blues The still got something left to prove blues And the silence ain’t won yet! [VERSE 2] Great ideas are fire, they burn from man to man They move through nations, they move through the land But there I am in a cold dark room Shouting enlightenment at the internet’s empty pews Ahab saw a whale and declared war on the sea He chased his monster to the end of the world I see an empty comment box staring back at me And I chase for a little emoji heart, and a thumbs-up torch [PRE-CHORUS] And oh, oh, oooo THE SILENCE!!!! It’s a raging fire that maddens and torments A not-so-subtle demon Fueled by nobody giving one click or a DAMN! [CHORUS] I've got the Unabomber Blues Big ideas, no reviews I’ve got a preacher’s fire but no congregation, no choir No one’s listening Just me and my dead message Some want glory, some want fame Some want a statue baring there name Some want the pedestal, the spotlight, the cheers Some just make music for an audience of one But I’ve got the Unabomber Blues And maybe that’s just a sad, lonely truth [BREAK] (beat drops, bass keeps bouncing) Propaganda by the deed! Propaganda by the dead! A hollow point makes a headline A bomb makes people read But somewhere underneath the headline There’s a human being And somewhere underneath the dead There used to be a dream [VERSE 3 — darker, faster] “From hell’s heart I stab at thee”— Ahab screams into the foam But what happens when the whale is gone And you’re still alone? You can make the world take notice You can make the whole world stare You can turn death into a billboard But you can’t make them care You can force them to read your words You can make them learn your name But attention isn’t understanding And notoriety isn’t fame [CHORUS — almost celebratory] I’ve got the Unabomber Blues Cause nobody hears my cerebral stew I’ve got a preacher’s fire but no congregation, no choir No one’s listening Just me and my dead message Some want glory, some want fame Some want a statue bearing their name Some want followers counting by the thousands Some paint a picture nobody sees Some write a story for one reader Some sing a song for one pair of ears Some make something beautiful And then there are the me’s The me’s who never hear the cheers So I feast on my whining Then drown in the wine [BRIDGE — music suddenly sparse] There is a wisdom that is woe And a woe that ripens into madness There is a hunger to be known And a hunger THAT CAN NEVER BE FED!!! But anonymity— Maybe anonymity is not defeat. Maybe obscurity isn’t failure. Maybe the song Doesn’t need the roar of the crowd. [BUILD] (drums return, faster) While great ideas may burn from man to man Sometimes all it takes is a little flame To warm one heart and two cold hands And sometimes the masterpiece Live’s quietly in a room, With nobody there— Just the LOOV-ruh [Louvre] of you. [FINAL CHORUS] (huge, bouncy, bittersweet) I’ve got the Unabomber Blues But I’m changing up the news No bomb, no bullet, no bloody deed No corpse to make the whole world read I’ll take the silence I’ll take the unknown I’ll make my little kingdom My musical shrine No pedestal No parade No monument No accolade Just a song in the dark A spark in the night And maybe one stranger Leaves a like, gives a thumbs-up And Oh, ohhh ohhh turns me bright [OUTRO] (jaunty guitar returns) Come on, come on, strike up the band Nobody knows me—and that’s okay, man I’ve got a song and I’ve got a band And I’ll survive these Unabomber Blues No glory. No fame. No deed. Just words. And a little flame. (Guitar skips, crackles, stops abruptly.) [FINAL] In a cold dark room… I shout enlightenment… at the silence.
