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[NDC] Complaints in a Minor Key

Nordic Discord Challenge Genre: 70s Prog Theme: First World Problems ▶️ Lyrics I woke up late beneath Egyptian cotton skies My phone blinked once Oh tragedy no bars The kettle sang a tepid little sigh While my oat milk stared me down from afar I polished worries like a badge of pride Tripped on a cable Blamed the age The world is cruel I’ve testified The Wi-Fi’s slow and so’s the page Oh play me a tune on a woodwind of woe Dance in circles ‘round the minor annoyances we know Raise a glass to the aches we theatrically own First world problems Carved in smartphone stone My streaming show took seven seconds more I aged a year between the acts The avocado’s not the shade I asked for A greener fate was in the facts My shoes complain of yesterday’s rain My watch says stand like it’s the boss I’d march for justice But there’s traffic pain And the podcast just got lost Oh play me a tune on a woodwind of woe Let the mandolin mutter what the flutes already know We’ll rhyme our despair with a chuckle and groan First world problems Sung over cappuccino foam I’ll pen a manifesto on recycled paper Sign it with a reusable pen I’d save the world right after dinner If the delivery app would load again There’s a wisdom in the grumble a lesson in the sigh A medieval face on a modern frown We’re pilgrims to the altar of the why Genuflecting as the battery ticks down My inbox hums like a beehive choir Every subject line a plea The thermostat’s engaged in civil war Between too warm and slightly breezy I’d trade my crown of velvet woes But it matches well with my hat I wear my comfort like old clothes And complain they don’t fit like that So play me a tune on a woodwind of woe Let the rhythm hopscotch where the punchlines go We’ll laugh at ourselves in a baritone tone First world problems Harmonized and overblown When the flute fades out and the joke runs dry I’ll smile at the mess I’ve made For all these storms in a teacup sky Are blessings badly played So tune up the strings Let perspective roam I’ll hum a thanks beneath the moan First world problems Now pass the cream and change the tone