Kayfabe
The song begins with vinyl crackle, lo-fi jazz piano, upright bass, and brushed swing drums. Snappy horns and full big band brass riff over doo-wop backing. Midway, country steel guitar, slap bass, banjo, fiddle, and bluesy guitar introduce rockabilly and Americana flavor. Organ and gospel choir swell into ragtime piano, with classical strings and Tin Pan Alley modulations uniting jazz, bluegrass, rockabilly, and swing in an exuberant, seamless finale.
Kayfabe
The song begins with vinyl crackle, lo-fi jazz piano, upright bass, and brushed swing drums. Snappy horns and full big band brass riff over doo-wop backing. Midway, country steel guitar, slap bass, banjo, fiddle, and bluesy guitar introduce rockabilly and Americana flavor. Organ and gospel choir swell into ragtime piano, with classical strings and Tin Pan Alley modulations uniting jazz, bluegrass, rockabilly, and swing in an exuberant, seamless finale.
Lyrics
Instrumental Intro
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(& the prompt was "Kayfabe")
Verse
They call me a bad word
Guess who doesn’t care?
Good hit (hah) a hundred dollars
I can lie in a minute
Pre-Chorus
I didn’t say it’s true
No
But I didn’t say it’s false
No
It’s forbidden to say it right away
No
That’s its name (No)
Still, it’s madness (No)
It’s madness (No) just say it
Without telling it the truth (Without calling it true)
That’s its name (No)
I can’t deny it (No)
Kayfabe (Ha-ha)
Chorus
Kay-fabe ooh
Kayfabe
"I want to tell a story
It’s not necessarily kayfabe"
Verse 2
His whole life
Living in a trailer in Iowa
From a long line of brawlers
And the first to make it pro
Came up hard
Lifting tractors on the farm
But he had to lift his family
He took his chance and hit the road
Verse 3
And from that ring in Kansas
They put the belt on him
And said
"We love the way you fight
The money's right
We're goin' big
We're gonna bring you in
To show these city boys who know it all
What a hillbilly's really like"
Instrumental Interlude
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Chorus
The suit says (Kay-fabe ooh Kayfabe)
"Slow down
You're scaring the crowd out of their seats
This ain't UFC"
He says
"Who wants some?
Get your asses up
Come see"
He climbed up on the ropes
And silenced everything
And he said
"In about thirty minutes
I picked you apart
Just when you thought you had me
It's when I had your heart
And in just ten seconds
I charismatically made you believe
In a truth that's make believe
That's what I know you see
But you're just learning what they did
A long time ago
And you got a long way to go
To think Kayfabe is dead" (Kay-fabe ooh Kayfabe)
He's seen it all
All in his years
And dad is a state champion who hadn't lived up
And a circus clown learning how to fight
And that means nothing to him
He's just an opportunist and making a living
And the crowd began to settle down
Pre-Chorus
And they say (Kay-fabe ooh Kayfabe)
"Slow down
You're scaring the crowd out of their seats
This ain't UFC"
(Kay-fabe ooh Kayfabe)
Instrumental Bridge
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Bridge
Can you believe it?
Did you believe there was no speed limit?
They called them criminals
Who sold the game
The game exists because of con men
Don't try to hide from it
You put your heart in the work
But so did Galileo
It's a balance between a beatdown
And phonetic acrobatics
Struggle and passive relativity
Love me
Scorn the truth
But love the cop
The two words that don't mix
Do
Did you believe what they were sayin'?
Please tell me you didn't
Because this is what you know about Kayfabe...
And they say (Kay-fabe ooh Kayfabe)
Outro
And he said
"In about thirty minutes
I picked you apart... (Kay-fabe ooh Kayfabe)
"& the prompt was "Kayfabe" w/ ReMi* lyrics model "Beta" (Cover)"
Instrumental Ending
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