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"Bureaucracy in D Major" Style: D major, 118 BPM, Tropicália with chamber pop orchestration, Tropicália leads. Euphoric and sun-drunk, with an undercurrent of feverish absurdity. Male tenor vocal — warm, slightly nasal, close-mic in Lyrics: The refrigerator started singing in D major The census man came by at noon to count my teeth I gave him thirteen and a half — he had no receipt The dog is filing taxes for the neighborhood birds The postman swallowed all the mail and mailed himself instead Everything is bureaucracy now ##Everything, everything## Form 9 to breathe, form 10 to bow Sign here to love, initial the vow Everything is bureaucracy now I stood in line to claim the sun — it came back denied The moon had better paperwork, the moon was certified My shadow quit and unionized at half past three Demanding shorter afternoons and dental coverage for free But somewhere in the waiting room a trumpet played And all the forms turned into birds and flew away Everything is bureaucracy
"Strings for the Wrong" Style: B-flat major, 118 BPM. Chicago Blues meets Chamber Music — lush string quartet (two violins, viola, cello) playing raw blues figures while a vintage National steel guitar cuts through. Mood: defiant t Lyrics: They gave the blues a string quartet tonight I been living in the key of D-flat minor Since my good sense packed its things and left Found a half-truth on the kitchen counter And a love note written for somebody else But the strings play on, the strings play on ##Oh, they play on## Some kind of beautiful wrapped around the wrong ##Around the wrong## I never asked for elegance in my suffering But here it comes regardless, here it comes My grandmother said sorrow wants an audience So dress it well and let the neighbors see I put my heartbreak in a wool-lined casket And the viola wept for what was left of me Maybe grief deserves a little grandeur Maybe pain should get its curtain call So the strings play on, the strings play on ##Oh, they play on##
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