(Verse 1)
Spurs jingle on dusty boots,
Screen burns through the helpless night.
I’m searchin’ for my simple tune,
In this digital world—out of place, out of time.
(Glitch Transition)
Out… out… out of place…
(Chorus)
Autotune heart, claps are my pulse,
In this beat I’m just a lonely clown.
My voice is a glitch—I’m zero and one,
Turned into a number, lost my face, lost my name.
(Verse 2 / Bridge)
I found my tone in virtual silence...
This old blues still heals the soul!
Spurs still jingle, bassline hums—
My Piedmont soul sings through digital drums!
(Outro)
...soundin' just right...
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Glitchmont
© Copyright: Татьяна Пономарёва 3, 2026
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