[Vocal: male, sleepy nasal muttering, paranoid rhythmic storytelling, dry close-mic delivery, psychotic calm turning into sudden manic shouting, ugly human timing, exhausted late-night grocery-store energy] [Instrument: slippery slap-bass acrobatics, watery chorus guitar, eerie harmonics, drifting jazz-like fills, tribal tom-heavy drums] [Structure: Focused Performance] Three aisles past frozen pizzas Near the flickerin' seafood lights Larry worked the lobster tank Every graveyard shift till five Rubber apron... Wet cigarettes... Name tag stained with fish blood spots... Said the lobsters knew the future By the way they climbed the rocks One claw tap meant thunderstorms Two claw taps meant stock market crashes If one floated upside-down too long Somebody's marriage wouldn't last till August Honestly... He'd been right before... [Beat: slippery slap groove, syncopated popping accents, dreamlike dragging swing] [Structure: Build-up] Little kids pressed against the glass While Larry scribbled prophecy notes On the backs of expired coupons And old seafood inventory quotes Said the red ones predicted fire Blue rubber bands meant government lies Said one lobster named Napoleon Could smell death behind people's eyes Store manager thought he was crazy Till the ceiling pipes burst in June Exactly seven hours after Napoleon Started circlin' the tank clockwise at noon [Instrumental Break] [Instrument: watery slap-bass fills, eerie chorus harmonics, drifting jazz fragments, loose tom echoes] [Structure: Rhythmic Bridge] Middle of the night... Floor buffer hummin' in produce... Larry leaned against the lobster tank Whisperin' like he was hearin' sermons... Then one lobster climbed the filter pipe— [Structure: Anthemic Peak] LOBSTER TANK PROPHET! LOBSTER TANK PROPHET! Seafood revelation... Bubble-water prophecy... LOBSTER TANK PROPHET! Everybody starin'... Nobody blinkin'... Whole damn grocery store froze... [Beat: rubber-band bass pulse, unstable rhythmic shifts, eerie silence gaps] [Structure: Minimalist Breakdown] Blue fluorescent buzzing... Tank filters hummin'... Dead minnows circlin' slowly... Larry smokin' behind the freezer trucks Drawin' maps on cardboard boxes Certain the lobsters were warnin' him About somethin' underneath the parking lot Nobody laughed anymore... Not after the blackout... [Structure: Focused Performance] Around four-thirty in the mornin' Napoleon stopped movin' completely Larry stared into the tank Like somebody had just died Then every lobster in the water Turned slowly toward the glass... And Larry whispered— "Oh hell... It's happenin' tonight..." [Structure: Anthemic Peak] LOBSTER TANK PROPHET! LOBSTER TANK PROPHET! Bassline driftin'... Water turnin' black... LOBSTER TANK PROPHET! Everybody sweatin'... Tank lights flickerin'... Future crawlin' through the bubbles... [Outro] [Instrument: collapsing watery slap-bass harmonics, eerie chorus guitar decay, drifting tom echoes, bubbling feedback hum] Blub... Blub... Blub...
