Boiling–Pot – "I'm Not Angry It's Just My Aesthetic"

A parody of early-2000s post-grunge: downtuned 7-string guitars blast power chords on low strings, drenched in scooped-mid, buzzing distortion, Drums are surgically tight, betrayed by a lone off-kilter crash, Bass rumbles root-only, barely audible, Vocals veer from breathy, close-mic’d verses to wild, pitch-wobbled screams in choruses, exploiting jarring whisper-scream dynamics, Haunting, minimalist one-note piano breaks up the roar, Studio sound is glossy but tainted by a grainy “live” cab mic, hiding a lo-fi MP3 track, Mastering is punishingly loud, pushing expensive sadness to the brink

(Intro:) [Muted, Distorted Clean Guitar], [Single, brooding riff that's basically just the same three notes]

(Verse 1)
My coffee's cold and it's your fault,somehow.
My shoelace broke and I'm furrowing my brow.
The barista spelt my name with one less'R'—
I think I'll write a post-grunge ballad,yeah.
My cactus died.I gave it too much care.
It felt my angst and simply couldn't bear
The weight of all my carefully curated gloom,
Staged perfectly here in my Spotify room.

(Pre-Chorus:) [kick drum starts a plodding 4/4]
AND I’M NOT BITTERRRRRR!
I’M JUST…DEEPLY AGGRIEVED BY THE TEXTURE OF THIS GRAVEL!
I FEEL SEEN BY OVERCAST WEATHER!

(Chorus) [Power chords], [So many power chords]
'CAUSE I'M DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS OF BEING SO-MISUNDERSTOOD!
MY PAIN IS MORE ARTISTIC AND MY ANGER TASTES SO GOOD!
I WEAR MY SCARS LIKE EYELINER,MY RAGE IS PERFECTLY PENCILED IN!
YEAH,I'M NOT ANGRY, MAN…
IT'S JUST MY AESTHETIC!

(Guitar solo) [that is literally just the vocal melody but with distortion]

(Verse 2)
You said"good morning" with too much sunshine in your voice.
You've violated my commitment to a joyless choice.
I'm building calluses from clenching my jaw for show,
And cultivating a charismatic,tortured slow-
-motion turn away from any light or hope or grace.
It's not a phase,Mom, it's my brand, now get out of my face.
I found a minor chord and I'm gonna milk it'til it's dead,
Then write a bridge about the voices in my head.

(Pre-Chorus)
AND I’M NOT SADDDDDD!
I’M JUST…EXISTENTIALLY TETHERED TO THIS RAIN-SLICKED ALLEY!
I THRIVE ON UNRETURNED TEXT MESSAGES, MAN!

(Chorus)
'CAUSE I'M DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS OF BEING SOMISUNDERSTOOD!
MY PAIN IS MORE ARTISTIC AND MY ANGER TASTES SO GOOD!
I WEAR MY SCARS LIKE EYELINER,MY RAGE IS PERFECTLY PENCILED IN!
YEAH,I'M NOT ANGRY, MAN…
IT'S JUST MY AESTHETIC!

(Another solo:) [this time with slightly more wah pedal, but still the same three notes]

Bridge: [Everything drops out except a clean, "vulnerable" guitar and vocal fry that is pregnant with dramatic pause]
Sometimes…I wonder,

…if my disaffection…

…is just a lack of vitamin D…

And if this hole inside of me…

…could be filled with therapy…

But that's too resolved…

…so I'll just double the BPM…

and SCREAM!

(Heavy Breakdown)
RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!-EVERYTHING'S A METAPHOR FOR MY PAIN!
RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!–I'M GONNA HIT THIS CHORD AGAIN!
RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!—YOUR POSITIVITY IS A CRIME!
RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!—I'LL BE FINE IN THE NEXT SINGLE'S TIME!

(Final Chorus:) [Slowed down, "raw" with more reverb], [with a final chord rings for 15 seconds]
'CAUSE I'M DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS…OF BEING SO… MISUNDERSTOOOOOD…
MY PAIN IS MY BRAND IDENTITY AND BOY,IT FEELS SO GOOOOOD…
I'M NOT ANGRY…NO…
I'M JUST…ARTISTICALLY OBLIGATED TO THIS DARKNESS…

(Outro:) [Final, fading chord that rings out for 15 seconds]
...yeah.

(Abruptly ends–...After the final chord has rung for 16 seconds )

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(Intro:) [Muted, Distorted Clean Guitar], [Single, brooding riff that's basically just the same three notes] (Verse 1) My coffee's cold and it's your fault,somehow. My shoelace broke and I'm furrowing my brow. The barista spelt my name with one less'R'— I think I'll write a post-grunge ballad,yeah. My cactus died.I gave it too much care. It felt my angst and simply couldn't bear The weight of all my carefully curated gloom, Staged perfectly here in my Spotify room. (Pre-Chorus:) [kick drum starts a plodding 4/4] AND I’M NOT BITTERRRRRR! I’M JUST…DEEPLY AGGRIEVED BY THE TEXTURE OF THIS GRAVEL! I FEEL SEEN BY OVERCAST WEATHER! (Chorus) [Power chords], [So many power chords] 'CAUSE I'M DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS OF BEING SO-MISUNDERSTOOD! MY PAIN IS MORE ARTISTIC AND MY ANGER TASTES SO GOOD! I WEAR MY SCARS LIKE EYELINER,MY RAGE IS PERFECTLY PENCILED IN! YEAH,I'M NOT ANGRY, MAN… IT'S JUST MY AESTHETIC! (Guitar solo) [that is literally just the vocal melody but with distortion] (Verse 2) You said"good morning" with too much sunshine in your voice. You've violated my commitment to a joyless choice. I'm building calluses from clenching my jaw for show, And cultivating a charismatic,tortured slow- -motion turn away from any light or hope or grace. It's not a phase,Mom, it's my brand, now get out of my face. I found a minor chord and I'm gonna milk it'til it's dead, Then write a bridge about the voices in my head. (Pre-Chorus) AND I’M NOT SADDDDDD! I’M JUST…EXISTENTIALLY TETHERED TO THIS RAIN-SLICKED ALLEY! I THRIVE ON UNRETURNED TEXT MESSAGES, MAN! (Chorus) 'CAUSE I'M DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS OF BEING SOMISUNDERSTOOD! MY PAIN IS MORE ARTISTIC AND MY ANGER TASTES SO GOOD! I WEAR MY SCARS LIKE EYELINER,MY RAGE IS PERFECTLY PENCILED IN! YEAH,I'M NOT ANGRY, MAN… IT'S JUST MY AESTHETIC! (Another solo:) [this time with slightly more wah pedal, but still the same three notes] Bridge: [Everything drops out except a clean, "vulnerable" guitar and vocal fry that is pregnant with dramatic pause] Sometimes…I wonder, …if my disaffection… …is just a lack of vitamin D… And if this hole inside of me… …could be filled with therapy… But that's too resolved… …so I'll just double the BPM… and SCREAM! (Heavy Breakdown) RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!-EVERYTHING'S A METAPHOR FOR MY PAIN! RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!–I'M GONNA HIT THIS CHORD AGAIN! RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!—YOUR POSITIVITY IS A CRIME! RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!—I'LL BE FINE IN THE NEXT SINGLE'S TIME! (Final Chorus:) [Slowed down, "raw" with more reverb], [with a final chord rings for 15 seconds] 'CAUSE I'M DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS…OF BEING SO… MISUNDERSTOOOOOD… MY PAIN IS MY BRAND IDENTITY AND BOY,IT FEELS SO GOOOOOD… I'M NOT ANGRY…NO… I'M JUST…ARTISTICALLY OBLIGATED TO THIS DARKNESS… (Outro:) [Final, fading chord that rings out for 15 seconds] ...yeah. (Abruptly ends–...After the final chord has rung for 16 seconds )

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