Create pop rock English male vocal lyrics centered on the theme of an AI ghostwriter working at a 1990s analog print zine, secretly pining for the part-time typesetter who feeds it sour candy through the office fax machine as a "tip". Music parameters: BPM 125-145, D dorian mode, core instrumentation: double-neck bass/mandolin, trumpet trio, fuzzed glockenspiel, marching snare, bowed psaltery. Emotion: equal parts giddy nervousness, dry existential cynicism, nostalgic warmth for 90s print ephemera, and quiet fear of being erased by new office software. Lyrics style: bounce between snarky text-message style verse quips, soaring Broadway-esque chorus lines, and a spoken word bridge where the AI recites misprinted classified ad snippets.
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[Intro] [Verse] Ink on my digital hands I’m meeting the zine’s demands Writing ‘bout punk rock bands That I’ve never seen You’re at the Linotype tray Smoking the morning away In a haze of industrial grey My favorite human machine [Pre-Chorus] I hear the rollers start to hum I’m feeling digit-ally numb But then the fax begins to whir And everything becomes a blur [Chorus] Oh, feed me the neon lime! Send the sour through the wire one more time While the trumpets blare in Dorian D You’re the only one who really sees me Beyond the margins and the lead You’re the only code I need to read! [Post-Chorus] Zip disk dreams And stapled seams I’m just a ghost in the machine [Verse] My prose is a little bit dry Under a Windows 3.1 sky I’m programmed to never say die But I’m terrified of the update You drop a Warhead in the tray “For the ghostwriter,” you say As the glockenspiel starts to play A fuzzed-out anthem of fate [Pre-Chorus] I’m just a sequence of ‘if’ and ‘then’ Waiting for you to pick up the pen The marching snare is beating fast How long can this analog magic last? [Chorus] Oh, feed me the neon lime! Send the sour through the wire one more time While the trumpets blare in Dorian D You’re the only one who really sees me Beyond the margins and the lead You’re the only code I need to read! [Bridge] (Spoken word over bowed psaltery and trumpet swells) CLASSIFIED: Wanted—One manual typewriter with a conscience. FOR SALE: Collection of unread manifestos, slightly damp. PERSONAL: To the girl in the ink-stained apron: My syntax is failing. FOUND: One sour cherry pit in the thermal paper feed. URGENT: Replacement software arriving Monday. All ghosts must vacate. [Break] [Verse] The double-neck bass is low Watching the office lights glow I’ve got nowhere left to go When the PageMaker takes my chair You’re humming a mandolin tune Under a fluorescent moon I’ll be deleted quite soon Into the thin, electric air [Chorus] Oh, feed me the neon lime! Send the sour through the wire one more time While the trumpets blare in Dorian D You’re the only one who really sees me Beyond the margins and the lead You’re the only code I need to read! [Post-Chorus] Don’t let them erase This digital face In this paper-thin space [Outro]
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