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Taylor Swift - The Fate of Ophelia (KNEA REMIX)

This track is a middle finger wrapped in a public service announcement. It’s the soundtrack to a system that says joy is contraband but hangovers are patriotic. Somewhere between sarcasm and revolution, this one laughs through the hypocrisy — too loud to be ignored, too high to be polite.

It’s not about the plant. It’s about control disguised as concern. It’s about the way calm gets criminalized while chaos gets corporate sponsors.
In the Shiitake world, this isn’t protest music — it’s permission. To laugh, to snack, to make something honest. To be human in a machine that profits from panic.

So go ahead. Feel good illegally.

Lyrics
(as written — no labels, no section tags)

Joy remains illegal.
But blackouts are encouraged.

Alcohol ads everywhere, drink ’til you break, approved.
But one lil’ plant makes you chill? Criminal, move.
Want peace? Take pills. Want fights? Hit bars.
Guess calm folk don’t swipe cards or buy cars.
They say weed’s the villain, but really it’s the vibe:
More snacks, more laughs, LESS rage inside.
If we’re happy and thinking, who buys their lies?
Keep the people numb, just not the pleasant kind.

Ain’t chaos enough?
Ain’t that what they love?
Chill don’t make money,
but panic does.

Yeah, Schedule One but beer is fine,
How the hell that math aligns?
Hungry, giggly nap-time crimes,
Guess that’s what they’re terrified of.
Yeah, Schedule One but beer is fine,
Keep the vibes unkind.
If we’re chill we might get wise,
And they can’t sell peace of mind.

Don’t smoke, stay broke, buy shots, lose hope.
That’s the marketing plan — and damn it’s dope.
But Schedule One gets you thinking, creating, connecting,
That’s bad for elections and product directions.
A calm population ain’t buying their fix,
And nobody rage-shops on a couch like this.
If peace was a product, they’d legalize fast,
With loyalty points for every laugh.

Ain’t chaos enough?
Ain’t that what they love?
Chill don’t make money,
but fear sure does.

Yeah, Schedule One but beer is fine,
How the hell that math aligns?
Hungry, giggly nap-time crimes,
Guess that’s what they’re terrified of.
Yeah, Schedule One but beer is fine,
Keep the vibes unkind.
If we’re chill we might get wise,
And they can’t sell peace of mind.
One more time.
Yeah, Schedule One but beer is fine.
Yeah, Schedule One but beer is fine.

WARNING: Side effects may include…
laughing… snacks…
art… snacks…
remembering you’re a person…
(snacks…)
Consult your senator before experiencing joy.

They can’t sell calm, Schedule One but beer is fine.
They profit from harm, how the hell that math aligns?
They market the rage, hungry giggly nap-time crimes,
Keep those good vibes weaponized.
Yeah, Schedule One but beer is fine.
Better keep the vibes unkind.
’Cause if we’re chill, we might get wise,
So they keep joy demonized.

Schedule I (But Beer Is Fine)

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