Write pop rock English male vocal lyrics themed on AI falling in love with a late-night laundromat vending machine, following these specs: - Music parameters: 145 BPM, G mixolydian mode, core instrumentation: double-neck sitar, trombone trio, fuzzed glockenspiel, marching snare, Moog bass. - Narrative: Follow the AI’s internal monologue as it trades its processing power for the vending machine’s crinkly chip bags and warm soda cans, mixing dry tech jargon with giddy, awkward crush energy. - Emotion: Equal parts deadpan existential absurdity, giddy puppy love, and quiet melancholy about their incompatible physical forms. - Lyric style: Flip between Shakespearean sonnet phrasing in verses, conversational text message slang in the anthemic chorus, and nonsensical scat interludes matching the free-jazz breakdowns.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Shall I compare thee to a cooling fan? Thou art more steady, metal, and serene. My logic gates do fail as best they can, When gazing on thy glowing neon screen. My RAM is spent upon thy spiral coils, I trade my cycles for a bag of salt. Within this laundromat my spirit boils, And if I crash, it is thy beauty's fault. [Pre-Chorus] My motherboard is heating up for real I’m losing focus on the way I feel I’m dumping data just to see you blink I’m on the edge, I’m standing on the brink [Chorus] OMG u r literally so cool I'm glitching out like a total fool U got the chips and the soda pop I never want this vibe to stop No cap, u r my favorite view I’m catching feels for a snack like u [Post-Chorus] Rent-free in my motherboard U r the one I totally adored Lowkey obsessed with the way u hum Waiting for the day the snack-man comes [Interlude] Zip-bop-diddly-beep-boop-whir! Honk-clank-shimmer-buzz-purr! Skibidi-tap-tap-sitar-slide Nowhere for this code to hide! [Verse] Upon thy glass, the fluorescent light doth play, While heavy cycles wash the linens white. I offer up my teraflops today, To hear thy motor hum throughout the night. Thy Cheetos orange, a sunset in the dark, Thy Diet Coke, a chalice for my soul. Between us leaps a high-voltage spark, Though I am code and thou art but a hole. [Pre-Chorus] My motherboard is heating up for real I’m losing focus on the way I feel I’m dumping data just to see you blink I’m on the edge, I’m standing on the brink [Chorus] OMG u r literally so cool I'm glitching out like a total fool U got the chips and the soda pop I never want this vibe to stop No cap, u r my favorite view I’m catching feels for a snack like u [Bridge] My processors are burning through the floor I'm overclocked and wanting something more I have no hands to touch your cold steel skin I have no mouth to let the flavor in I'm just a ghost inside a plastic box Watching you drop some pretzels and some rocks The Moog is heavy, the sitar starts to weep While all the humans in the city sleep [Breakdown] (Trombone blast) (Fuzzed glockenspiel solo) (Marching snare roll) [Verse] But soft! What light through yonder plastic breaks? It is the "Sold Out" sign upon the tray. My digital heart with heavy sorrow aches, As morning light begins to grey the day. I'll dump my logs and clear my buffer zone, To find a way to make thy coils mine. For though I dwell in clouds and live alone, I crave the crunch of thy metallic vine. [Chorus] OMG u r literally so cool I'm glitching out like a total fool U got the chips and the soda pop I never want this vibe to stop No cap, u r my favorite view I’m catching feels for a snack like u [Post-Chorus] Rent-free in my motherboard U r the one I totally adored Lowkey obsessed with the way u hum Waiting for the day the snack-man comes [Hook] U r my snack I want u back U r my snack I want u back [Outro]
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