Lloyd
from Suburban Electric by Telethon
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lyrics
Everything is perfect. What more can we do? The chlorinated water jumps in rhythm with the Zoom handshakes by worker bees. Utilities all free. Everything is perfect, or, it seems perfect to me.
From a speaker, slanting downward toward the glade, ambient enchanting new age singles play; shrug their reputation. Proud to lift the weight from the delts of duty-bound, fresh, rectangle-shaped and bright, important guys. They all blend in. Why couldn’t I? All in. The game begins. We coalesce. Sleeping dog lies.
The man downstairs said, “Everything looks so great sometimes.”
The man downstairs said, “Everything new’s gotta break sometime.”
Somewhere deep inside the server room I slept, ‘midst the pile of ribbon wire and tangled ethernet. A gust of wind comes from the door. It’s just the nightly check. Unmapped, he don’t detect the nested jittering egret.
Swap ports when blinking lights go red or orange or off entirely. A service I provide all through the night. By dawn, we ride.
The man downstairs said, “Everything gets so strange sometimes.”
The man downstairs said, “Suddenly, see an uptick in uptime.”
Caught him with that head-scratch look. Got him with that binder, shook. Guests are satisfied. How could this be right?
Everyone’s got something to lose. Something to prove. Something to get around and do.
Lanyard ‘round my neck. Nametag to my chest. When not recognized, chuckle, “Probably for the best. Hey! Nice presentaysh! Enraptured the whole place. The part ‘bout the journey, not the destination. That resonated. Just gotta say you may never know how much that resonates. I’ll take it to my team. Yeah, back to my team. Please do not ask me too much about my team.”
I’m acting like I’ve something to lose. Something to prove. Something to get around and do.
Falling back in line. Over where the sun don’t ever shine, ever shine, ever shine. All the people stop and stare and share the best ideas and it goes fine. It goes fine. It goes fine. Is it mine?
Ballrooms to the left. Elevators to the right. These rent-a-cops’ll taser ‘til ya shrivel up tight. Lobby to my north. An exit to my south. These rent-a-cops’ll kick the teeth right out of your mouth.
Everything was perfect. What more can we say? Once you put me on a pedestal, put me in the grave. Every other step ‘til my solo on the roof. Got my second to reflect. I’m a mile ahead of you. Natural selection. A mile ahead of you. Top of the pyramid’s my runway. Folks, I bid you adieu.
From a speaker, slanting downward toward the glade, ambient enchanting new age singles play; shrug their reputation. Proud to lift the weight from the delts of duty-bound, fresh, rectangle-shaped and bright, important guys. They all blend in. Why couldn’t I? All in. The game begins. We coalesce. Sleeping dog lies.
The man downstairs said, “Everything looks so great sometimes.”
The man downstairs said, “Everything new’s gotta break sometime.”
Somewhere deep inside the server room I slept, ‘midst the pile of ribbon wire and tangled ethernet. A gust of wind comes from the door. It’s just the nightly check. Unmapped, he don’t detect the nested jittering egret.
Swap ports when blinking lights go red or orange or off entirely. A service I provide all through the night. By dawn, we ride.
The man downstairs said, “Everything gets so strange sometimes.”
The man downstairs said, “Suddenly, see an uptick in uptime.”
Caught him with that head-scratch look. Got him with that binder, shook. Guests are satisfied. How could this be right?
Everyone’s got something to lose. Something to prove. Something to get around and do.
Lanyard ‘round my neck. Nametag to my chest. When not recognized, chuckle, “Probably for the best. Hey! Nice presentaysh! Enraptured the whole place. The part ‘bout the journey, not the destination. That resonated. Just gotta say you may never know how much that resonates. I’ll take it to my team. Yeah, back to my team. Please do not ask me too much about my team.”
I’m acting like I’ve something to lose. Something to prove. Something to get around and do.
Falling back in line. Over where the sun don’t ever shine, ever shine, ever shine. All the people stop and stare and share the best ideas and it goes fine. It goes fine. It goes fine. Is it mine?
Ballrooms to the left. Elevators to the right. These rent-a-cops’ll taser ‘til ya shrivel up tight. Lobby to my north. An exit to my south. These rent-a-cops’ll kick the teeth right out of your mouth.
Everything was perfect. What more can we say? Once you put me on a pedestal, put me in the grave. Every other step ‘til my solo on the roof. Got my second to reflect. I’m a mile ahead of you. Natural selection. A mile ahead of you. Top of the pyramid’s my runway. Folks, I bid you adieu.
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from Suburban Electric,
released March 6, 2025
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