(Baroque)

In my hands, I hold a fan and laugh like a coquette

Could it be that this count has cast his net?

But how uncomfortable in this wig and corset, what a plight

But to listen to Mozart, I’ll endure this plight tonight.

Slender fingers like an aristocrat’s, so fine and sleek

Summon the carriage for your queen, so to speak

I want to immerse myself in the sounds of a symphony

But the main thing is to reach the theater without twisting an ankle, you see.

My head is a chaos of different genres, a stormy sea

I can listen to Chopin, or I can listen to chanson dont you see?

I don’t mind listening to 2Pac in the car that’s a fact

And I’ll even listen to whatever, as long as it’s a track

Then I’ll play something on guitar, like punk rock, raw and true

Then I’ll listen to an anime ost, a track or two

I’ll finish the listening session with the sound of synthwave`s grace

And I won’t forget about the bass.

(Rock`N`Roll Lyrics)

I’m racing like a madwoman in my Cadillac convertible, feeling the breeze

60 miles per hour is just too slow for me, if you please

My hair is all slicked back with brilliantine, a perfect, gleaming row

I turned Elvis on full blast, and the speakers start to blow.

(Psychedelic Rock Lyrics)

We are just specks of dust in this galaxy, so vast and faded

The forgotten noise of stars that left us jaded

Reality begins to drift away, everything feels so surreal

A signal is sent into the distance, and for an answer, I appeal.

(Disco Lyrics)

The mirror ball is spinning, we’re dancing boogie in the hall, feeling groovy

For one and for all, this hall is about to get rowdy

A strobe light caught me in the moment, a perfect pose, a flash of light

Tonight, this night shines with different colors, burning bright.

(Punk Rock Lyrics)

Only fifths, only hardcore, that’s the code!

Fuck the system, give freedom to the word unload!

No control, absolutely no control!

Wake up and fight for your freedom, that’s your role!

(Hyperpop Lyrics)

T-t-t-testing, my voice is in a glitch, a broken transmission

A million genres have passed through generations, a sonic mission

Everyone has their own tastes in music, but I can listen to it all, every style in view

A whole spectrum through.