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[Intro]
C F C F
[Verse 1]
F* CThey paint the walls with colors that you're not meant to notice.
GBeiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales,
F CFluorescent lights to shine on the eggshell ground.
GNow you're lying face down,
FYou blend into the background,
C FOf white noise.
[Verse 2]
F* CThey fill the halls with tunes you can't get into your head.
G4/4 and Dorian, wrote 'em for ignoring 'em, yeah
F CIt sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong.
GYou're not meant to sing along,
FIt isn't that kind of song,
C FIt's white noise.
[Pre-Chorus]
Dm G7 DmBut... if you listen closely I swear,
G7To God, I swear.
Dm You can hear the ocean if you
G7Hold it up to your ear, here
[Chorus]
C FWhite noise...
C(If you listen close between the waves.)
FWhite noise...
C(You can hear the ocean through your wake.)
FWhite noise...
C(If you listen close between the waves.)
FWhite noise...
F* C(You can hear the ocean through your wake.)
[Instrumental]
C F C F C F C
[Bridge]
FCheck one, two. Check one, two.
CIt's high-fidelity, lossless quality.
F
It's MP, one, two, three, four, five, F-L-A-C.
CIt's polyphonic, the new Philharmonic,
FWith a Juilliard doctorate, live from the Metropolitan.
CIt's theoretically dense, it's impressive.
FIt's microtonal, and it challenges Western
Cnotions of art, it's post-avant-garde.
FIt's going places 'cause it comes from the heart.
CAnd it's personality's a lack of identity,
FIt makes no statement, but does so quite loudly.
CIt's an aesthetic, I mean, an anesthetic.
FAnd it's an experience for your seventh sense, yes.
CDoes it cure cancer? (Yes, it cures cancer!)
FWow! It begs the question just to tell you the answer.
CDo you believe in the power of silence?
FWell, if you walk the walk, can you talk more-
N.C.
(Shh!) Quiet.
[Chorus]
C FWhite noise...
C(If you listen close between the waves.)
FWhite noise...
C(You can hear the ocean through your wake.)
FWhite noise...
C(If you listen close between the waves.)
FWhite noise...
F* C(You can hear the ocean through your wake.)
[Verse 3]
F* CYou fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel.
GTry to make room in your skull, but it's full of them.
F CAll of the things that you think and then think about thinking.
GI know it's hard.
FBut they're not who you are,
CThey're white noise.
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