The Ribbon Box
Kibi36 回再生
BPM 88-98, G major, slacker lo-fi indie with warbly chorus-drenched clean electric, slightly fuzzy fret-buzz bass, phone-recorded snare layered over wobbly lo-fi drum machine, soft warbling farfisa organ, tiny toy xylophone countermelodies, thick cassette saturation, deadpan nasal male lead with faint cracked murmured harmonies. Narrative follows a 20-something lingering in a laundromat long after his clothes finished drying, staring at a half-empty slushie on the folding table, avoiding texting the friend he had a quiet falling out with months prior. Imagery: neon "OPEN" sign flickering, lint tumbling in the dryer window, crumpled receipt for a show they were supposed to attend stuck in his jacket pocket. Emotion: performative apathy, too lazy to leave, too soft to admit he misses the easy, unplanned days before the rift, detached on the surface with quiet unnameable sadness peeking through mumbled asides.
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[Intro] [Verse] Dryer drum stops spinning round Cold air is the only sound Blue slushie is half melted now I’m still here, I don't know how Folding table, white and cold Stories that I never told Sit and watch the cycle end Thinking 'bout a former friend [Chorus] I’m just waiting for the heat Staring at my dirty feet Phone is glowing on the floor I don't want to talk no more Yeah, I’m fine, I guess Cleaning up this mental mess Too lazy to even leave Nothing left up my sleeve [Post-Chorus] Static in the cassette tape Nowhere left for me to escape Blue ice turns into water Things are getting even hotter [Verse] Flicker on the "OPEN" sign Walking on a crooked line Lint is dancing in the glass Watching all the minutes pass Found a receipt in my coat Funny how the ink still wrote Date was from a Tuesday night Everything felt almost right [Bridge] We were supposed to see that show Months ago, yeah, I know It was easier back then Before I lost my favorite friend Now the organ starts to hum Feeling lucky, feeling numb [Instrumental] [Verse] Maybe I should go to bed Keep these voices in my head Check the pockets one more time Still looking for a reason or rhyme The xylophone rings out clear Everything is weird in here [Chorus] I’m just waiting for the heat Staring at my dirty feet Phone is glowing on the floor I don't want to talk no more Yeah, I’m fine, I guess Cleaning up this mental mess Too lazy to even leave Nothing left up my sleeve [Outro]
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