White Noise Instrumental w/ Monologue & Synced Lyrics | Will Wood
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Lyrics/Monologue Transcript
They paint the walls with colors that you’re not meant to notice
Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales
Fluorescent lights to shine on the eggshell ground
Now you’re lying face-down
You blend into the background
Of white noise
They fill the halls with tunes you can’t get into your head
4/4 and Dorian, wrote 'em for ignoring ‘em yet
Sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong
You’re not meant to sing along
It isn’t that kind of song
It’s white noise
But if you listen closely I swear
To God, I swear
You can hear the ocean if you
Hold it up to your ear, hear
Hear
White noise
(If you listen close between the waves)
White noise
(You can hear the ocean through your wake)
White noise
(If you listen close between the waves)
White noise
(You can hear the ocean through your wake)
[Monologue]
How many times has this happened to you?
You go to take out the laundry, and you drop it, and it falls into a black hole.
How many times has this happened to you?
You're straining your pasta and your eyeballs fall out into it.
How many times has this happened to you?
There's a cat, and it won't tell you it's name.
You don't recognize the cat, it's not your cat, you don't have a cat
But it's here.
And it won't tell you what you need to know in order to properly assess the situation.
Because the cat is much larger than any cat you've seen before.
It's a bear.
How many times has this happened to you?
You die, and then are reborn again...
...Into the mind of a grasshopper.
Wherein you die once more, and then are reborn again... into the mind of your mom.
How many times has this happened to you?
You give up...
[Back to the song!]
It’s high-fidelity
Lossless quality
It’s MP-1-2-3-4-5 FLAC
It’s polyphonic
The new Philharmonic
With a Juilliard doctorate
Live from the Metropolitan
It’s theoretically dense
It’s impressive
It’s microtonal and it challenges Western notions of art
It’s post-avant-garde
It’s going places ‘cause it comes from the heart
And it’s personality’s a lack of identity
It makes no statement, but does so quite loudly
It’s an aesthetic
I mean an anesthetic
And it’s an experience for your seventh sense, yes
Does it cure cancer?
(Yes, it cures cancer!)
Wow!
It begs the question, just to tell you the answer!
Do you believe in the power of silence?
Well if you walk the walk, can you talk more?
(Shh, quiet.)
White noise!
(If you listen close between the waves...)
White noise!
(You can hear the ocean through your wake!)
White noise!
(If you listen close between the waves...)
White noise!
(You can hear the ocean through your wake!)
You fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel
Try to make room in your skull but it's full of them
All of the things that you think and then think about thinking
I know it's hard
But they’re not who you are
They're white noise