Verse 1 (Piano opens with a lively, upbeat, but slightly off-key tune) Oh, Albert Camus, the dapper dad of the Absurd, He loved to talk about an ancient Greek—yes, Sisyphus is the word! Pushing up that heavy rock, just to watch it tumble down, Leaving all you little people wondering why he wears a frown. What’s the point of all the misery? Well, here’s the part you miss: Old Sisyphus could walk away and end his cosmic bliss! But what if I told you that the rolling is the fun? There is no end in sight, my dear, the task is never done. It’s just a little speed-up till the break where we relax, So listen to the Elder God Fox, and let me point out the facts! (An eerie, echoey [EVIL LAUGH] interrupts the ragtime beat) Chorus (The tempo shifts, becoming hypnotic and teasing) For this is the story of Optimistic Cosmicism, darling! We are absurdly mad, way past the next level, Seeking forbidden knowledge from the Necronomicon to dance with the devil! We exist Beyond Good and Evil, grabbing wisdom where we can, Just a bunch of clever folks who know old Lovecraft had a plan. Nothing matters in the grand cosmos—isn't that a lovely thought? Even as I sing these lyrics, see what the void has brought? I can feel my black fox fur merging with the empty space, So just keep listening to my voice, let the darkness take its place. You cute little thing, just keep leaning into the sound, And I'll tell you how the Optimistic Cosmicist solution is found! Verse 2 (The piano mimics the heavy, rhythmic clanking of a 1912 factory machine) In a vast and empty nothingness we like to call the universe, All you do is push the velvet neon stardust—could be worse! Then you heal, doing your little tasks day after day, But a clever fox knows life must be a balance of work and play. You’ve got to keep the stardust safe, protect your fellow man, Help every working laborer the absolute best you can. But here’s the most absurd part: if you try to save them all? That isn't fun, it’s extra weight, and your rock is gonna fall! It slows you down, it breaks your back—think about it once again! To truly have your fun, you must be rolling with your friends. Bridge (The music swells with industrial vigor, the singer mocking yet grand) You need the industrial vigor! Hear the modern, mechanical call! Build a grand machine to protect your kind and stand up tall! But the beautiful, absurd thing is you must be open-of-mind, You cannot stand in the black void alone and leave the world behind. So take the Velvet King’s fox paws, don't be afraid to try, Let this friendly Elder Horror show you the way across the sky. Let everyone understand: your body is a canvas, fresh and whole, But the brilliant mind you carry is your one and true soul! Outro (The radio static gets louder, the piano slows down, teasingly dragging out the notes) I tell you, dearest listener, as you hear my Elder Fox words spin, Work upon your lovely self, and let the knowledge in. Are you feeling dizzy? Is the void looking too bright? Don't you worry, little thing, the Fox has got you tonight. (The singer chuckles, voice fading into pure 1912 radio static) Just keep rolling that stardust... over... and over... again...
