My STAR
Extremely, unbelievably drunk performance, barely able to stay in time, heavily slurred and mumbled vocals, words dragging into each other, random hiccups, breathy laughs, missed syllables, voice cracking, sudden shouting, confused ad-libs, losing the melody then clumsily finding it again, Instruments sound equally wasted: notes played too early or too late, wrong notes, accidental key changes, sloppy timing, unstable pitch, lurching rhythm, uneven tempo, stumbling fills, awkward pauses and messy recoveries, A completely hammered bagpipe player staggers through the tune, squeezing out warped, wheezing, painfully off-key notes, holding notes far too long, missing transitions, drifting sharp and flat, occasionally playing the wrong phrase entirely, The whole track should feel like the band can barely stand up but somehow keeps playing — chaotic, hilarious, wonky, unpredictable, falling apart without actually stopping
CUSTOM
im blind But I see you with my eyes closed Heart racing No keys in the ride, though You’re a ten I’m the one—now that’s eleven You put the “art” in my heart Now it hangs up in heaven Butterflies in my stomach They fly first class You’re killing every look Girl, you murder each glance I’m addicted to your love I might need me a patch You stole my heart clean I ain’t asking for it back You’re a star I’m outside with the telescope Got me falling so hard I might need a parachute Your ex dropped the ball I caught it—absolut
