Clearcut Banana Rush

(Dial-up modem sounds morphing

into a

massive, distorted synth lead) (Pitched-up vocal stutters) Ti-ti-ti-tiguidou!

Ti-ti-tiguidou!

Got the silver chains tangled in the pink plush bag Got the

algorithm glitching, making reality lag I’m sitting at the drum kit,

learning how to crash Turning all the shadow work into digital ash

From the Rosemont streets to the end of the line I’m dancing

through the matrix and I’m feeling divine!

(Frenetic breakcore drum loop kicks in,

absurdly fast) Word of words,

word! Word, word, word!

Meow, meow, meow, meow,

meow—watch the system blur!

(Explosive hyper-pop drop. Distorted 808s,

blindingly bright synths) We are dancing through the life!

We are breaking the code!

We’re taking the absolute heaviest road!

With the forty-one, forty-two,

sixty-seven We’re hacking our way to a glitch-core heaven!

Yeah, the world is weird,

but what can you do?!

Scream it out loud: EVERYTHING IS TIGUIDOU!

(Sudden tempo switch to a heavy,

slow trap beat for 4 bars,

then right back to double-time) They want to put us in a

box, they want a quiet sound But we’re vibrating the concrete straight

out of the ground I’m making my own jewelry,

I’m making my own noise Bypassing the system and ignoring the void!

(Audio completely strips away to a single,

clean acoustic guitar pluck—a jarring,

funny contrast) (Vocals: Normal,

un-pitched, deadpan) Is it all just a joke?

(Beat slams back in,

vocals pitched up to the maximum) It’s a funny,

funny joke! Meow!

(Maximum chaotic energy, everything maxed out and clipping) We are dancing through

the life! We are breaking the code!

We’re taking the absolute heaviest road!

With the forty-one, forty-two,

sixty-seven We’re hacking our way to a glitch-core heaven!

Yeah, the world is weird,

but what can you do?!

Scream it out loud: EVERYTHING IS TIGUIDOU!

(Music stutters, loops, and speeds up until it turns into a single

high-pitched tone)

Word of words. (Loud system crash sound) (Complete silence)