[Intro] [Instrumental] [Drop] [Chorus] The distorted guitar sound The blues singer with the cracked voice The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for for for [Drop] [Verse] Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. [Chorus] The distorted guitar sound The blues singer with the cracked voice The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for for for [Instrumental] [Drop] [Verse] CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. [Instrumental] [Verse] It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. [Chorus] The distorted guitar sound The blues singer with the cracked voice The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for for for [Instrumental] [Drop] [Verse] The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. [Verse] The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. [Verse] The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, [Verse] is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them. [Chorus] The distorted guitar sound The blues singer with the cracked voice The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for for for [Instrumental] [Drop] [Instrumental] [Outro] [End]
