Oh money
Genre: Electro Pop Punk, Daft-Punk-inspired Mood: ironic, playful, satirical, sleek yet energetic Tempo: mid-to-fast, danceable with robotic grooves Vocals: English male/female lead, slightly robotic, playful, ironic Vocal Style: spoken monologues in intro/outro, sarcastic tone in verses, melodic but edgy choruses Refrain: catchy, repetitive, electronic layering, robotic vocal chops Songstructure: Intro monologue (arrogant rich character), 4 verses (paperboy rises to millionaire), 4x Refrain (Oh money…), Bridge (collapse of the rich, dramatic, electronic tension), Outro monologue (poorer person’s counterpoint) Sounddesign: sleek electronic synths, funky basslines, punchy electro beats, vocoder/robotic effects, light punk guitar stabs, glitchy textures, airy pads for “velvet aura”, rhythmic sidechain compression for movement, playful stabs for irony Atmosphere: glamorous yet sarcastic, sophisticated irony, energetic but velvety, futuristic pop-punk aesthetic Language: English
Oh money
Genre: Electro Pop Punk, Daft-Punk-inspired Mood: ironic, playful, satirical, sleek yet energetic Tempo: mid-to-fast, danceable with robotic grooves Vocals: English male/female lead, slightly robotic, playful, ironic Vocal Style: spoken monologues in intro/outro, sarcastic tone in verses, melodic but edgy choruses Refrain: catchy, repetitive, electronic layering, robotic vocal chops Songstructure: Intro monologue (arrogant rich character), 4 verses (paperboy rises to millionaire), 4x Refrain (Oh money…), Bridge (collapse of the rich, dramatic, electronic tension), Outro monologue (poorer person’s counterpoint) Sounddesign: sleek electronic synths, funky basslines, punchy electro beats, vocoder/robotic effects, light punk guitar stabs, glitchy textures, airy pads for “velvet aura”, rhythmic sidechain compression for movement, playful stabs for irony Atmosphere: glamorous yet sarcastic, sophisticated irony, energetic but velvety, futuristic pop-punk aesthetic Language: English
Lyrics
INTRO MONOLOG
(Laughing arrogantly, sipping champagne)
“Look at them, scraping coins from the gutter!
Pathetic creatures, imagining life beyond the curb.
I could buy their streets, their homes, their little dreams,
and still not notice the dust on my golden shoes.”
STROPHE 1
He wakes up at dawn, delivers papers through the rain,
counting every penny, dreaming of the gain.
Street corners to boardrooms, the climb is steep,
from newspapers to investments, secrets to keep.
REFRAIN
(Oh money)
(Oh money money choose)
(Oh money choose)
(Oh money)
(Oh money money choose)
(Oh money choose)
STROPHE 2
Now he drives a car with wheels that touch the sky,
pockets so deep, he laughs at the poor passerby.
“I walked where you crawl,” he smirks with pride,
“Keep dreaming small, I’ve left you outside.”
REFRAIN
(Oh money)
(Oh money money choose)
(Oh money choose)
(Oh money)
(Oh money money choose)
(Oh money choose)
STROPHE 3
Private jets, skyscraper lofts, gold-plated halls,
every joke he makes, every punchline enthralls.
The homeless shiver, the beggars stare,
he counts his wealth like he’s breathing rare air.
REFRAIN
(Oh money)
(Oh money money choose)
(Oh money choose)
(Oh money)
(Oh money money choose)
(Oh money choose)
STROPHE 4
High society parties, yachts on the sea,
he forgets the street where he once made his tea.
Laughing at them all, from dawn to night,
blinded by neon, glitter, and city light.
BRIDGE (KONKURS)
Then the stocks crash, advisors flee,
fortunes crumble like sand in the sea.
Luxury fades, their empire’s a ghost,
sudden humility hits the ones who boast.
REFRAIN
(Oh money)
(Oh money money choose)
(Oh money choose)
(Oh money)
(Oh money money choose)
(Oh money choose)
(Oh money money)
(Oh money)
OUTRO MONOLOG
(Arrogance replaced by irony, spoken by a former observer)
“Funny, isn’t it? You mocked the streets, the rain,
now your gold is just paper in vain.
I may be poor, but I still see clear,
while your riches crumble, I’m still here.”