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A recorded reading of “The Laugh Track in My Head”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
Cue the lights, cue the stage, cue the jokes that never age. Step right up, the show’s begun, cue the laughter—three, two, one. I stub my toe—they howl with glee, I whisper fears—they roar at me. The punchline’s lost, the joke’s unclear, but every pause still pulls a cheer. Did I miss the script? Did I break the scene? Did I ever know what this all means? (HA-HA-HA!) They laugh at nothing! (HA-HA-HA!) They laugh at me! (HA-HA-HA!) The track keeps rolling… Even when I cease to be. I fall, they cheer—I sit, applause. A joke lands flat? They burst in awe. I try to scream, I try to cry— but all I hear is canned replies. Maybe I was never here. Maybe I was never real. Maybe I just filled a space— a character, a scripted place. (HA-HA-HA!) They laugh at nothing! (HA-HA-HA!) They laugh at me! (HA-HA-HA!) The track keeps rolling… Even when I cease to be. "And… scene."
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: Jaunty, ragtime-style piano, underscored by eerie, swelling synths. A fake audience laughs—too loud, too long. A distant, static-riddled voice announces:] "And now… back to our regularly scheduled programming." [Verse 1: The groove kicks in—playful yet slightly unhinged, a rolling bassline looping like a joke told one too many times.] Cue the lights, cue the stage, cue the jokes that never age. Step right up, the show’s begun, cue the laughter—three, two, one. I stub my toe—they howl with glee, I whisper fears—they roar at me. The punchline’s lost, the joke’s unclear, but every pause still pulls a cheer. [Pre-Chorus: The tempo tightens, harmonies humming in eerie dissonance beneath the main vocal.] Did I miss the script? Did I break the scene? Did I ever know what this all means? [Chorus: Over-the-top, showtune-style harmonies, layered and surreal.] (HA-HA-HA!) They laugh at nothing! (HA-HA-HA!) They laugh at me! (HA-HA-HA!) The track keeps rolling… Even when I cease to be. [Instrumental Break: The laughter loops, echoing unnaturally, warping in pitch. A discordant saxophone honks before cutting out abruptly.] [Verse 2: The melody stumbles slightly—something is off now, the song is collapsing in on itself.] I fall, they cheer—I sit, applause. A joke lands flat? They burst in awe. I try to scream, I try to cry— but all I hear is canned replies. [Bridge: The music drops to near silence—just a warbling, distant TV static. The vocals become hushed, frantic, almost pleading.] Maybe I was never here. Maybe I was never real. Maybe I just filled a space— a character, a scripted place. [Final Chorus: The music swells into chaos—laughter looping over itself, instruments clashing, vocals spiraling upward until everything snaps into silence.] (HA-HA-HA!) They laugh at nothing! (HA-HA-HA!) They laugh at me! (HA-HA-HA!) The track keeps rolling… Even when I cease to be. [Outro: A slow, fading studio applause. A voice, barely a whisper:] "And… scene."
Song info
Indie art-rock w/ playful yet eerie vibes. Offbeat groove, surreal spoken-word moments, bouncy bass, warped synths, theatrical harmonies. Psychedelic yet absurd, like a dream unraveling.
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