# Art Pop Lyrics Prompt: English Female Vocals **Music Parameters**: Ultra-structureless art pop with unhinged BPM fluctuation—shifts between 22 BPM glacial drift and 310 BPM gabber bursts mid-phrase, with arbitrary rubato lurches. Tonality jumps randomly between Lydian major, 12-tone serialism, Harry Partch 43-tone microtonality, and 3 full minutes of Cagean silence inserted mid-track. Core instrumentation: prepared piano (bolts + bubble gum), Javanese gamelan, field recordings of subway turnstile beeps, 90-voice multitracked female choir, and a vacuum cleaner as bass texture. Vocal delivery rotates across operatic coloratura, deadpan spoken word, guttural black metal shriek, and uncanny bird mimicry. Emotional arc cycles through unhinged feral glee, clinical detachment, tender vulnerability, absurd slapstick humor, droning meditative calm, and operatic grandeur, often stacked at once. **Lyrics Theme**: A surreal narrative framed as a lost grocery list Homeric epic centered on the forgotten mythology of discount supermarket produce stickers—each sticker is a tiny sigil bearing the secret name of a forgotten minor vegetable deity, with lyrical detours into musings on the aerodynamics of grocery bags, the secret love affair between a self-checkout machine and a dented can of chickpeas, and the existential dread of a banana that over-ripened faster than its owner expected.
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[Intro] [Hook] The PLU is the key To the garden of deity The sticker is the seal Of everything that is real [Verse] Peel back the neon green Reveal the god unseen Number four-zero-one-one Under the fluorescent sun The Granny Smith is a queen In a world of synthetic sheen Adhesive souls on the skin Where the plastic prayers begin [Pre-Chorus] Polyethylene wings in the air Dancing without a care Caught in a shopping cart breeze Floating above the frozen peas The handles stretch and they tear In a wild and silent prayer [Chorus] Oh, the stickers are sigils of old Stories the checkout has told From the kale to the pear There is magic everywhere In the barcode's cold stare The secrets we never shared [Breakdown] Beep. Beep. Beep. The scanner starts to weep Deep. Deep. Deep. Promises we couldn't keep [Verse] The laser light turns red Words that were never said He loves her dented side Nowhere for love to hide Station number seven sighs Looking through electronic eyes Chickpeas in a brine of tears Waiting for a thousand years [Bridge] Yellow turns to spotted gold I am growing very old The counter is a lonely stage I’ve reached my final age Bruises bloom like dark flowers Counting down the final hours The smoothie is my only fate Served upon a porcelain plate [Chorus] Oh, the stickers are sigils of old Stories the checkout has told From the kale to the pear There is magic everywhere In the barcode's cold stare The secrets we never shared [Verse] The parking lot is a sea Where the grocery bags go free Tumbling through the gray asphalt It’s nobody’s really fault The wind is a hollow ghost Moving from the coast to coast Carrying the plastic ghosts Of the things we love the most [Post-Chorus] The PLU is the key To the garden of deity The sticker is the seal Of everything that is real [Outro]
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