I'll Have What She's Having

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My Computer

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Kevin’s Car

Kantos

Late Night Comic

Text:
Verse 1
I remember the glow of the screen,
green letters, dreams in between.
A plastic key, a fragile tone,
but man — it felt like home.

Pre-Chorus
We didn’t need perfection then,
just wonder through a wire.
FM bells, and neon nights,
machines that could inspire.

Chorus
How does your piano sound?
Mine sings in metal and light.
From DX dreams to sampled skies,
we played through every night.
How does your piano sound?
It’s not wood, but it’s alive —
every tone a memory,
every chord a life.

Verse 2
Korgs and Rolands, cables crossed,
in basements we got lost.
A click, a hiss, a broken key,
but man, that was melody.

Bridge
We’ve come so far, we breathe in code,
yet still chase ghosts of old.
’Cause progress never killed the soul,
it just gave it form to hold.

Final Chorus (uplifting)
How does your piano sound?
Mine echoes through the years.
From 80’s dust to AI dreams,
we play through joy and fears.
How does your piano sound?
It’s not wood, but it’s alive.
Every note remembers when
music learned to survive.

How Does Your Piano Sound?

MASSEDUCTION

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