Title: Semantic Dissonance Genre: Avant-Garde Rock, Beat Poem, jangly guitars, flute, violin, synth, unexpected tempo changes --- [Intro][120-140 BPM] Neon lights cast graffiti on the city's ethereal tapestry... *{giggle}* *{laugh}* [Spoken: " no, I'm just fucking with you! I write my own lyrics... Ready? Here we go..."] [Violin ditty] [flute riff] [Verse 1] A loose cannon rocks the boat of time, A cosmic joke, this twisted rhyme. If it can end, it is not done, One hand claps, the bell unrung. [Verse 2] We waste no time, just use it wrong, Bootstraps pulled, but they weren't that strong. A paradox encoded, a cosmic jest, A universe of nonsense, the ultimate test. [Chorus] Shoved one step forward, fall 2 steps back, And then somehow, no longer on the track, The goals keep moving, the game undefined, Am I free or ineffably confined? [Verse 3] Time slips through fingers, dollops of sand, A meaningless moment, or was it just grand? Reality bends, in a cosmic twist, A dreamlike state, of a stubborn surrealist. [Verse 4] The kitten in the hen house, the fox that roars, The ugly man of poverty that the women still adore, We can wander round in circles, till the horizon meets us square, But if we ponder truly hard, were we ever really there? [Outro] We're all adrift, the cosmic jest still tilts, In a universe of nonsense, until our spirit wilts, We chase the sun, a dark and futile flight, Embracing the chaos, or just lost in the light. [flute solo][ends abruptly mid note] [end]