(Un)Commentary

Nuance

Dopamine Addict

Hammers

Hill I Will Die On

Alec Benjamin - Dopamine Addict

Paper Crown

The way to nowhere

Tie my laces

Welcome to the Ministry of Touch — a government office where love has to wait in line, kisses need carbon copies, and romance is strictly by appointment only.

This track is chillwave bureaucracy:
✨ synths as fluorescent as office lights,
✨ beats as mechanical as a stamp machine,
✨ and longing that’s been filed in triplicate under “Affection Denied.”

Imagine Kafka moonlighting as a nightclub clerk, or your typewriter secretly yearning for skin. That’s the vibe.

So clock in, pull a lever, and let the Kiss Operator process your feelings. Don’t forget Form C — without it, you’ll never dance.

Lyrics:

I punch my card at the Ministry of Touch,
Fluorescent lights, the rules too much.
Every sigh must be signed in blue,
Every kiss must be numbered too.

Stacks of files marked “Affection Denied,”
Love in triplicate, stapled inside.
A window clerk asks, “Do you have form C?”
Without it, darling, you’ll never kiss me.

I’m the kiss operator,
Stuck inside this state machine.
Stamps and seals for every feeling,
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
Conveyor belts of silent yearning,
Levers pulled but hearts don’t move.
I’m the kiss operator,
Processing a love I can’t approve.

The phones all ring but no one replies,
The air tastes dry, fluorescent lies.
A shadow writes minutes of my desire,
Ink-smudged lips in a filing fire.

The supervisor coughs: “No passion today.”
He locks the drawer, he hides the way.
But even the typewriter dreams of skin,
Letters falling where kisses should’ve been.

I’m the kiss operator,
Stuck inside this state machine.
Stamps and seals for every feeling,
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
Conveyor belts of silent yearning,
Levers pulled but hearts don’t move.
I’m the kiss operator,
Processing a love I can’t approve.

Pages flutter like wings of shame,
The system erases your tender name.
But in the margins, scribbled small,
A secret kiss escapes it all.

I clock out late, the corridors hum,
No lips to count, no love to come.
The keys all rust, the papers fade,
But the kiss operator
stays on parade.

Kiss Operator

Alec Benjamin - Pretending

‘Use Me’ is a song written by an upcoming artist named Alec Benjamin. He sings about a person, possibly a girl, that is using him. However, he is addicted to her, so he gets used to being used. He does not want her to use someone else, so doesn’t tell her that he knows her little secret.

Use Me by Alec Benjamin

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