The Brainiac Monkeys
Alternative groove pop, funky indie rock, playful modern pop, ironic indie anthem, performance-driven band groove
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Lyrics
[INTRO]
Late nights, bright minds,
welcome to the mess.
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[VERSE 1]
Too many thoughts inside my head
ideas jumping out of bed
post-it notes and caffeine highs
connecting dots that don’t align
They say “focus, pick a lane”
but chaos is my comfort zone
every doubt, a spark of fire
every glitch, a new design
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[PRE-CHORUS]
Thinking fast, moving slow
breaking rules we never wrote
If the plan is falling apart
maybe that’s where we should start
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[CHORUS]
We’re the Brainiac Monkeys
swinging thoughts from mind to mind
turning noise into meaning
turning questions into signs
Yeah, the Brainiac Monkeys
no clear path, but we’re awake
if this world is going crazy
we’re the ones who like the shake
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[VERSE 2]
Too smart to play it safe
too weird to fit the frame
we overthink, we underestimate
then somehow make it work again
Jungles made of screens and lights
algorithms selling dreams
we build castles out of doubts
and call it “creative scenes”
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[PRE-CHORUS 2]
Not a system, not a guide
just a spark we can’t divide
If it looks a bit insane
that’s the proof we’re still alive
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[CHORUS]
We’re the Brainiac Monkeys
ideas running wild and free
making sense out of confusion
like it’s how it’s meant to be
Yeah, the Brainiac Monkeys
thinking loud, dancing smart
if the answer’s never clear
we’ll still question every part
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[BRIDGE] [performative / call & response]
Think too much!
— That’s the point
Make mistakes!
— Still employed
No instruction
No control
Just a curious
Restless soul
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[CHORUS FINAL]
We’re the Brainiac Monkeys
no perfection, no disguise
just a bunch of messy thinkers
with some fire in our minds
Yeah, the Brainiac Monkeys
if you get it, you belong
welcome to the beautiful mess
where the wrong ideas sound right
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[OUTRO]
Still thinking…
still swinging…
still here.