Lyrics
[Intro] [glitchy phone notification samples, distorted, granular processing] Bip... Blip... Buzz... Buzz... No... No... No... No quiet left... [Verse 1] [intimate folk, close mic, warm acoustic] I came here chasing distant tidal pull, Instead your feed keeps fracturing the lull. Scroll, swipe, refresh, reload, Every ping another fracture in the hold. Laughter bleeds from plastic throats, No one anchored in the room we float. Broadcasting fractures of our days, While actual presence slowly decays. [Pre-Chorus] [building tension, layered vocals, rising glitch] Can you register it? Register it? Register it? Pressure mounting... Mounting... Mounting... Can you carry it? Carry it? Carry it? Deeper... Deeper... Deeper... [Chorus] [lift, wide reverb, harmonious] Turn it down... Down-down-down... Turn it down... Down-down-down... I don’t need another Blip-blip... Bip-bip... Buzz-buzz... Whoa-oh-oh... [organic swell] Let the salt wind speak. Let the gulls reclaim the sky. Let the moment just exist. Turn it down... Down-down-down... Give the air its volume back... Its volume... Its volume... [Drop] [shh layered with fading digital debris, heavy sidechain] Shh... Shh... Shh... (Bli-bli-blip) (Bi-bi-bip) (Buzz-buzz-buzz) Shh... Shh... Shh... (Bli-bli-blip) (Bi-bi-bip) (Buzz-buzz-buzz) No... More... Static. [Verse 2] [intimate, slightly more fractured] Café tables staged like private stages, Everyone elsewhere inside their cages. Screens shouting over steaming plates, Real conversation evaporates. FaceTime ghosts invading every breath, Intimate hours sold as public wealth. Amplified opinions crowd the space, While actual listening loses its place. [Bridge] [half-spoken, vulnerable, minimal glitch, close and raw] Maybe... Maybe... Maybe... We miscalculated... That absence... Absence... Absence... Holds its own voltage. Take the breath. Take the pause. Take the plugs out... No... Leave the plugs in... Yeah... Let the speakers go dormant. [Final Chorus] [building intensity, full harmonies, then stripping back to organic] Turn it down... Down-down-down... Turn it down... Down-down-down... No more Blip-blip... Bip-bip... Buzz-buzz... Let the salt wind speak. Let the children run unchecked. Let the summer stretch unbroken. Turn it down... Down-down-down... Give the air its volume back... Its volume... Its volume... Its volume... [Outro] [gradual decay, notifications dissolving into distant waves, long reverb tail] Shh... Shh... Shh... (Bli-bli-blip fading) (Bi-bi-bip fading) Quiet... Quiet... Quiet... Hits... Like... Thunder. [slowly fade into waves]