Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah
Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah…
You flip on the news and it feels like a snuff film with sponsors
every smiling anchor reading body counts between luxury car ads and diet picks
You make coffee in a chipped mug that says something cheesy about joy while your brain whispers worst case scenarios making you sick
Outside the window some neighbor walks their dog like everything is normal in this circus
while your gut keeps spinning on what happens when the lights go low
You stuff your panic in a hoodie pocket, light a smoke
mutter a half-laughed “fuck this” under your breath
and reach for the only thing you trust which is the noise you know.
You crank the speaker till the speakers rattle like they are trying to escape the room before the riff hits
The first chord comes out ugly and perfect
buzzing with every unpaid bill and unanswered text and memory that gnaws where your ribs split
You do not have words for any of it yet
just this pressure in your lungs and teeth that needs to rip the wallpaper off the inside of your skull
So you open your mouth and what comes out is not language
just a weird chant, a violent push and pull.
Everybody wants a manifesto
a neat little quote that explains why you are angry and sad and still here
You have nothing but shot nerves, dirty sneakers
a dead plant in the corner and a voice that will not disappear
So you wrap all the shit you cannot say around one nonsense syllable and dare the dark to come near.
Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah This is my fuck you lullaby to the feedback and the fear and the suits on the screen who don’t have a single scar Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Sing it till your throat tastes like rust and smoke and an old crowbar When the world feels rigged and rotten and you cannot name the wound or the star Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Noise is church
kid
scream that stupid hook like you’re driving the car
You used to write long essays about justice and grief and all the ways this planet chews through the poor and calls it fate
Spent nights arguing online with screen names who never changed their mind
just sharpened their cruelty and logged off late
Now you are tired of long posts nobody reads while the rich buy louder speakers and better locks
You want something simple enough for a drunk in the back row and a kid on the bus with cheap headphones and holes in their socks.
So you take every protest, every heartbreak
every secret you were too scared to spill on a normal day
Blend them into this ridiculous chant that hits the chest like a marching band that lost the sheet music and played anyway
If the words do not fix the world
at least the sound keeps the ghosts at bay.
Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Middle fingers in the air
sneakers on the rail
we are singing from the bar Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Let the righteous clutch their pearls while we scream at the tar When the headlines read like horror fiction and no one knows who wrote this memoir Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Every fucked up misfit heartbeat is a light in the jar.
In the pit there is a girl with mascara streaks screaming the hook like it is the only thing tying her bones together tonight
Next to her some guy in a work shirt and grease stained hands who never cried sober is yelling the same nonsense under the cheap front light
Nobody here agrees on shit, not politics, not gods
not how the end should come if it has to come at all
But when that chant hits
everyone’s mouths move in the same shape and for four stupid measures they forget the fall.
Breakdown
No lyrics now, just the stomp and clap and that chant
over and over
till the walls sweat out last year’s fear Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Feet on the floorboards
hearts banging like busted engines that still shift gear Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah If the roof caves in we will ride the dust like smoke in the air
still singing, we don’t care.
Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Call it prayer
call it protest
call it one long drawn out fuck you to the powers that are Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah When you have no speech left
no clever lines
no strength to raise the bar Just put your whole ruined heart into that dumb sound and push it hard and far Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah We are broken
loud, alive, and that ridiculous hook is who we are.
When the night gets loud inside your skull and every thought turns mean and raw
Breathe in once, breathe out twice
then sing it soft at first Lala la lalala LaLa la laa laaaaah Till the fear backs off and the rhythm feels like law.