[Intro | polished | brushed drums | cocktail piano] Welcome to The Human Experience™ Your luggage has been pre-distressed Please remove all personal assistants And surrender every request For thirty-eight thousand dollars Friday afternoon through Sunday You may briefly experience Having to do things the hard way [Verse 1 | breezy | nylon guitar | shaker] At four, you carry groceries Six whole bags across the lot No driver circles back for you No chilled towel when it’s hot At five, we teach the ancient art Of waiting where you stand A numbered ticket, plastic chair No one knows who owns your brand At six, a stranger meets your eyes And doesn’t ask for shares You hold the contact seven seconds While our wellness staff prepares [Refrain | silky | vibraphone | soft chorus] Come be human for the weekend Everything is guaranteed Minor friction, gentle waiting Carefully curated need Lose your map and fold your laundry Touch a plate somebody used At The Human Experience™ You may even be refused [Verse 2 | buoyant | upright bass | cabasa] A famous founder reached the register With sparkling water, gum The cashier scanned his items twice And asked him where he’s from No photograph, no little gasp No sudden change of tone He stood there by the chewing mints Completely unbestowed His facilitator found him later Breathing slowly by the pool He said, “She didn’t know me.” Then requested Early Checkout Our brochure calls this rupture “Identity Release, Phase Two” Complimentary herbal compress And a certificate for you [Refrain | fragrant | flute | brushed snare] Come be human for the weekend Taste the luxury of small Carry something to the kitchen Knowing no one else will call Lose your map and fold your laundry Let the fitted corners win At The Human Experience™ Ordinary starts within [Bridge | dreamy | farfisa | bongos] Saturday is Transformation Day A basket waits beside your bed With six white shirts and socks You fold them without delegation While a tiny carriage clock Measures nothing but the minutes No productivity report One guest cries into a pillowcase And calls the process “sport” Another says the laundry Changed his relationship with time His assistant takes the statement down For Monday’s keynote slide [Verse 3 | languid | marimba | muted bass] Dinner has no seating chart No founder bio by the wine The server doesn’t know your holdings And must leave at closing time You ask for something off the menu She returns and tells you, “No” The premium guests grow very still As the ceiling fans turn slow No workaround arrives by text No partner makes a call Just “No,” beside the butter dish And condensation on the wall The platinum package offers two One before dessert One during Sunday checkout For those prepared to do the work [Refrain | sumptuous | strings | soft chorus] Come be human for the weekend Feel the miracle of less Someone will not rearrange The world around your preference Lose your map and fold your laundry Stand in line behind a nurse At The Human Experience™ Limitation could be worse [Verse 4 | hushed | tape hiss | brushed drums] Behind the bamboo privacy screen Past a door marked STAFF Twenty-seven people work all night So inconvenience looks relaxed Someone dirties all the dishes Someone stocks the grocery shelf Someone resets every wrong turn So you can lose yourself A woman rides two buses To arrive before your dawn She places dew upon the deck chairs Then disappears before they’re drawn A man replaces every light bulb That might interrupt your stay Another drives the rented strangers Who make eye contact Saturday [Breakdown | clinical | toy piano | room tone] The line is timed at nine minutes The traffic jam at twelve The broken elevator’s monitored The grocery bags are weighted The cashier has been instructed Not to recognize your face The waiter signed an agreement To provide appropriate space Behind the wall, a supervisor Checks the ordinary feed “Guest in Cottage Seven Has successfully experienced need.” [Final Refrain | radiant | vibraphone | full chorus] Come be human for the weekend Everything has been arranged Every limit staffed and polished Every obstacle maintained Lose your map and fold your laundry Hear a stranger tell you “no” At The Human Experience™ There is nowhere else to go Come be human for the weekend Thirty-eight thousand buys you three Days of living like the people Keeping everything unseen [Outro | serene | projector hum | close vocal] Sunday noon, the gates reopen Cars are waiting in a row Someone takes your grocery bags Someone else already knows where you go [Fade out]
