[Male Vocal: fast, talky, rhythmic]

1980s alternative rock, fast 103 BPM in G major, driving live drums, jangly Rickenbacker-style electric guitars, melodic bass, bright but slightly raw college rock sound, energetic and chaotic mood like an apocalyptic party, stream-of-consciousness narrative lyrics packed with cultural and news-like references, rapid-fire half-spoken male vocal similar to early R.E.M., tight rhythm guitar on the right, arpeggiated guitar on the left, subtle organ pad in the background, no synth leads, short room reverb on drums, slap-back echo on the lead vocal in the chorus, wide stereo mix, slight tape saturation on the whole track

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Lyrics

[Male Vocal: fast, talky, rhythmic] [Guitars: jangly, bright] [Drums: driving, open hi-hats] [Bass: melodic, busy] [Verse 1] Breaking news ticker in the laundromat, flash sale warning on a shattered phone. Coffee on the keyboard, headlines on the carpet, every little panic has a hashtag tone. Talk show preacher on a tiny screen, storms in the south and a glitch in the feed. Plastic planets on a cereal box, everyone is scrolling like they forgot to breathe. [Pre-Chorus] All the channels talking at the same time, I just turn it up and let it ride. [Chorus] It’s the end of the timeline as we know it, all my tabs are open and they’re glowing. Every little warning’s like a strobe light sign, but I’m doing fine, yeah I’m doing fine. It’s the end of the timeline as we know it, notifications falling like a meteor shower. If the network burns in a neon sky, I’ll be singing through the static, feeling fine. [Verse 2] Drone shot city on a travel ad, heat wave buzzing in the power lines. Politicians arguing in fifteen seconds, cut to a cat in a tie going viral online. Plastic oceans in a pop-up window, doomsday banner in fluorescent blue. Somewhere somebody’s buying bottled air, I’m just trying to find the volume button on the news. [Pre-Chorus] All the prophets shouting in a small box, I just spin around and let it rock. [Chorus] It’s the end of the timeline as we know it, all my tabs are open and they’re glowing. Every little warning’s like a strobe light sign, but I’m doing fine, yeah I’m doing fine. It’s the end of the timeline as we know it, notifications falling like a meteor shower. If the network burns in a neon sky, I’ll be singing through the static, feeling fine. [Bridge] If the satellites fall like confetti tonight, we’ll be dancing in the kitchen by the fridge light. If the routers shake and the signals drown, we’ll draw new constellations on the blackout town. [Chorus] It’s the end of the timeline as we know it, all my tabs are open and they’re glowing. Every little warning’s like a strobe light sign, but I’m doing fine, yeah I’m doing fine. It’s the end of the timeline as we know it, notifications falling like a meteor shower. If the network burns in a neon sky, I’ll be singing through the static, feeling fine.