I’M A GOCK (Geek × Jock — quirky electro-funk/pop-rock) [INTRO — spoken, cool/dry; tiny digital bleeps + finger clicks] They said, “Pick a side.” I said, “Why?” (BV whisper: oooh… complicated…) I’ve got a gym membership… and seventeen passwords I can’t remember. (BV giggle: He forgot again…) Technically speaking— I’m magnificent. [V1 — tight, rhythmic, playful] Got brains with gains, got specs with pecs, I overthink my workout sets. Count my macros, count my RAM, Know exactly who and what I am. I speak in code, I squat in time, Correct your grammar mid-rep nine. Got protein shaking by my screen— Half testosterone, half machine. (BV melody: mm-ba-da, mm-ba-day…) (soft harmony: clever boy…) [PRE — melody lifts/widens] I never really fit one box, Too much geek to be all jock, Too much jock to stay indoors— So I kicked the labels off the doors. (BV rising: Ooh-ooh… there he goes…) [CHORUS — BIG, infectious call/response] I’M A GOCK! (BV: A WHAT?) Half geek, half jock! (BV: WELL, LOOK AT THAT!) Little bit binary—little bit squat, Know a lot of nothing and a little of a lot. I’M A GOCK! (BV: TICK-TOCK!) Brains on top and muscle stock, I can troubleshoot your Wi-Fi— while I’m holding a plank. (Beat cuts) …You’re welcome. (BV harmony/giggle: Oooh, what a Gock…) [V2 — funkier, more swagger] I’ve got apps tracking apps tracking me, Heart rate, sleep rate, personality. My watch says “Stand”—I say “I know,” Then sit there researching why it told me so. I love a spreadsheet, love leg day, Both cause pain in a different way. I’ll chase a PB, chase a fact— Then spend three hours checking if the fact is fact. (BV: Check it twice…) Three times. (BV: Of course.) [PRE 2 — warmer underneath comedy] Maybe humans aren’t one thing, Maybe strange is interesting. Every contradiction that I’ve got Made this beautifully confusing Gock. (BV warm harmony: Ahhh-ahhh… all of it…) [CHORUS — bigger harmonies] I’M A GOCK! (BV: A WHAT?) Half geek, half jock! (BV: SAY IT AGAIN!) Specs and pecs and clever talk, Got a thinking-man’s swagger and a gym-bag walk. I’M A GOCK! (BV: TICK-TOCK!) No, I’m never picking one box— If your labels don’t fit me, darling, buy bigger boxes. (BV: Oooh!) [QUIRK BREAK — beat becomes body percussion + digital sounds] LEAD: RAM! BV: REPS! LEAD: CODE! BV: CARDIO! LEAD: CTRL! BV: CONTROL! LEAD: ALT! BV: ALTERNATIVE! LEAD: DELETE! BV: LEG DAY? (silence) LEAD: Never delete leg day. (BV laughter → “ba-da-ba-da-Gock!” harmony) [BRIDGE — stripped back; unexpectedly sincere] I spent years trying to edit myself, Cutting little pieces to fit somebody’s shelf. Too loud here, too strange there, Too much muscle, too much care. Then somewhere between the mirror and screen, I stopped asking what I’m supposed to be. Turns out fitting in was never the trick— You build your own box… then forget the bloody lid. (BV: Ooh-ahh… be everything…) [BUILD — drums return, harmonies stack] Geek in my head! (BV: Think it!) Jock in my bones! (BV: Move it!) Odd in my heart! (BV: LOVE IT!) Comfortable in my contradictions— finally home. [FINAL CHORUS — full energy] I’M A GOCK! (BV: HE’S A GOCK!) Half geek, half jock! Brains with gains and a curious clock. I’ll question the question, then question the thought, Then forget what the original question was. (BV: Typical Gock!) I’M A GOCK! (BV: DON’T STOP!) No little label gets the whole damn lot. I’m clever, ridiculous, tender and odd— A walking contradiction… (music drops) LEAD: …with excellent quads. (BV explosion: GOOOOCK!) [OUTRO — funky groove fading; layered human harmonies] (BV: Specs and pecs… RAM and reps…) (BV2: Ooh-ba-da, geek meets jock…) You don’t have to pick a side just because somebody drew the line. (small modem/digital chirp) And yes… I tried turning myself off and on again. (BV whisper/giggle: It worked.)
