Two Seventeen AM
indie pop

Two Seventeen AM

Kibi

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Write slacker rock/lo-fi indie lyrics for a nasal, deadpan male vocal. Set the narrative around fumbling through a half-empty convenience store at 2:17am, clutching a dented can of iced tea and a crumpled photo of your ex you can’t bring yourself to throw away, mixing deadpan jokes about expired snack cakes with quiet, unspoken longing you try to muffle behind a half-smirk. Music parameters: BPM 92-102, F major, core instrumentation: chorus-drenched warbly clean electric guitar, slightly out-of-tune fret-buzz bass, phone-recorded lo-fi snare mixed with a cheap drum machine, warbling dusty organ, occasional off-kilter toy piano countermelody, full cassette tape saturation and faint living room fan room tone throughout. Vocals stay laid-back and detached, only cracking on the final chorus to reveal buried heartache.

歌詞

[Intro]
[Verse]
The neon sign is blinking slow
The freezer hums a tune I know
I grab a dented peach iced tea
It expired back in ninety-three
These dusty cupcakes look so dead
I think I'll buy some chips instead
[Pre-Chorus]
The fluorescent lights are way too bright
They show my desperate state tonight
I clutch this cheap aluminum can
Like it could make me a better man
[Chorus]
My pocket holds your crumpled face
I cannot throw away this trace
I wear a stupid little smirk
To pretend that I am not a jerk
[Post-Chorus]
Just walking down the aisle
Trying hard to smile
Standing here a while
Lost in cheap denial
[Verse]
The clerk is staring at his phone
I guess we both are quite alone
The floor is sticky near the back
Beside a broken plastic rack
I drop my change upon the floor
And watch it roll towards the door
[Pre-Chorus]
I kick a stray receipt aside
With nowhere left for me to hide
My shoes are squeaking on the tile
I haven't slept in quite a while
[Chorus]
My pocket holds your crumpled face
I cannot throw away this trace
I wear a stupid little smirk
To pretend that I am not a jerk
[Post-Chorus]
Just walking down the aisle
Trying hard to smile
Standing here a while
Lost in cheap denial
[Bridge]
The clock says two seventeen
The worst night that I have seen
I miss the way you used to laugh
I tore our photo right in half
I hold the piece that has your eyes
And tell myself a lot of lies
[Chorus]
My pocket holds your crumpled face
I cannot throw away this trace
I wear a stupid little smirk
To pretend that I am not a jerk
[Post-Chorus]
I really miss your smile
I’ve been here all the while
I hate this cold denial
I’m crying in the aisle
[Outro]

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