Planned Obsolescence - ft. Jaccuse
[Psychedelic] [Alternative] [Avant-garde] [Surreal] [Moog synthesizer] [Toy-Pop] [Toy Orchestra Pop] [Novelty Pop] [J-Pop March] [Parade Pop] [Quirky Folk-Pop] Tempo: 120 BPM (Strict March) Key: C Major (Deceptively Bright) Vocal Style: Deadpan, staccato, transitioning to hysterical in the bridge Voice: Intimate, breathy close-mic for verses; more strained, urgent in choruses; occasional spoken-word breathes; fractured whispers in stereo; moments of full-voiced, raw outcry near the climax, one and Timbre Versatile: Can be soft, sultry, raspy, or piercing depending on the mood, Expressive: Every note carries emotion; conveys irony, sarcasm, melancholy, or playfulness with subtle shifts, Slightly nasal but controlled: Gives a sharpness to vocal attacks, but balances it with warmth when needed, Clear diction with theatrical flair: Each syllable is articulated, often with exaggerated or playful enunciation to add drama
Planned Obsolescence - ft. Jaccuse
[Psychedelic] [Alternative] [Avant-garde] [Surreal] [Moog synthesizer] [Toy-Pop] [Toy Orchestra Pop] [Novelty Pop] [J-Pop March] [Parade Pop] [Quirky Folk-Pop] Tempo: 120 BPM (Strict March) Key: C Major (Deceptively Bright) Vocal Style: Deadpan, staccato, transitioning to hysterical in the bridge Voice: Intimate, breathy close-mic for verses; more strained, urgent in choruses; occasional spoken-word breathes; fractured whispers in stereo; moments of full-voiced, raw outcry near the climax, one and Timbre Versatile: Can be soft, sultry, raspy, or piercing depending on the mood, Expressive: Every note carries emotion; conveys irony, sarcasm, melancholy, or playfulness with subtle shifts, Slightly nasal but controlled: Gives a sharpness to vocal attacks, but balances it with warmth when needed, Clear diction with theatrical flair: Each syllable is articulated, often with exaggerated or playful enunciation to add drama
Lyrics
I N T R O
Paint around my smile
cracking at the seams
Pull apart the mask
nothing underneath
Colors peeling off
dripping into gray
Everybody loved me once
before I decayed
V E R S E Ⅰ
Lacquer flakes from off my cheeks
like old carnival signs
People used to cheer for me
before I lost my shine
My joints all ache
my gears misfire
Still they wind me up again
like I’ll never tire
Little novelty acts
get thrown away fast
Broken things like me
never really last
P R E - C H O R U S
Tick-tock
plastic rotting
Drip-drop
wiring sparks
Something leaking through the stitches
buried in my heart
If you ask me how I am
I’ll smile and say “Divine!”
While something underneath my skin
keeps learning how to climb
C H O R U S
Here where the spotlight never reaches
I’m a wind-up doll in pieces
Rotting from the center
while the carousel spins
Smiling through my teeth
while the mildew settles in
Everybody clap now
smile out in the crowd
Because if I stop dancing...
The voices get too loud
◎ I N T E R L U D E ◎
V E R S E Ⅱ
Mirror covered up
fingerprints and dust
Waved at my reflection once
it never waved back once
Coughing up confetti
cotton from my lungs
Think the joke stopped being funny
long before it begun
Tried to speak out loud
speaker cracked instead
Every word comes crawling out
static filled with dread
P R E - C H O R U S Ⅱ
Snap-crackle
circuits burning
Round-round
gears still turn
Waited for the damage
to somehow reverse
But nothing’s really working
and it only gets worse
Everybody lines up
mannequins on shelves
Waiting to be fixed someday
But nobody can fix themselves
F I N A L C H O R U S
Here where the spotlight never reaches
I’m a wind-up doll in pieces
The crowd outside remembers me
like some old tragedy
So dim the lights
close the curtains
Let the darkness swallow me
Because the box they packed me in
still feels the most like home
It feels like home...
it really feels like home...
But God...
It smells like rot
B R I D G E
If there’s a way back
to the factory floor
I don’t belong there
anymore
Barcode faded
serial scratched
No name left
no way back
No owner
no warranty
Nothing left
but broken me
GET
ME
OUT!
O U T R O
Music starts to fail
horses cease to spin
And for one awful second...
Everything is silent again
GET
ME
OUT!