Jazz Hands and Glitch Plans
Swinging acid jazz with glitch-hop beats, playful brass stabs, DJ scratches, and lively piano. Vocals delivered half-sung, half-spoken with sarcastic humor. The lyrics mock modern life, social media obsession, and always being “on.” Vintage groove meets glitchy electronic textures.
Jazz Hands and Glitch Plans
Swinging acid jazz with glitch-hop beats, playful brass stabs, DJ scratches, and lively piano. Vocals delivered half-sung, half-spoken with sarcastic humor. The lyrics mock modern life, social media obsession, and always being “on.” Vintage groove meets glitchy electronic textures.
Lyrics
Intro – ragtime piano, DJ scratches, typewriter samples, swinging brass
Spoken, playful
"Welcome to the jazz glitch circus, where the only thing smoother than the beat is your Wi-Fi signal… hopefully."
Verse 1 – acid jazz groove, upright bass, glitchy trap hi-hats
Verse 1 – laid-back, spoken flow
Swipe left, swipe right,
Insta filters mask the fight.
Likes are currency, followers gold,
But real connection? Nah, that’s old.
Tweet a rant, tag a meme,
Living life through a digital screen.
Jazz hands in a pixel storm,
Smile for the camera, conform, conform!
Pre-Chorus – rising horns, funky piano, glitch vocal chops
Pre-Chorus – sarcastic singing
Oh, dance with me in this virtual maze,
Where every pose is just a phase.
Upload your soul, but don’t forget—
To delete your shame and your regret!
Chorus – electro swing drop, brass hits, heavy glitch bass
Chorus – energetic, ironic
Jazz hands and glitch plans,
Dancing like nobody’s fans.
Reality’s bugged, but we still play,
Streaming nonsense every day.
Snap that pic, make it quick,
Filter out what’s real and sick.
Spin the beat, crash the feed,
Modern life’s a viral creed.
Verse 2 – glitch-hop rap flow, scratches, glitchy beats
Verse 2 – comedic rap
In a world where your phone’s your best mate,
Battery low? Man, that’s your fate.
Forgot how to talk, forgot how to walk,
Just thumbs and screens and endless talk.
Zoom calls in pajamas, camera off,
Fake smiles while the Wi-Fi coughs.
Old school jazz? Nah, we glitch-hop,
Riding waves on a pixelated mop.
Bridge – melodic piano, glitch effects breakdown, fast spoken
Spoken, sarcastic
"Remember when a jam was just music? Now it’s buffering and hashtag analytics."
Final Chorus – full layered brass, piano, glitches
Chorus – louder and more intense
Jazz hands and glitch plans,
Dancing like nobody’s fans.
Reality’s bugged, but we still play,
Streaming nonsense every day.
Snap that pic, make it quick,
Filter out what’s real and sick.
Spin the beat, crash the feed,
Modern life’s a viral creed.
Outro – soft piano fade, scratching fades out, sampled laughter
Spoken, whisper
"And that, folks, is how you jazz glitch your way through sanity… or lose it trying."