[Instrumental]

[VERSE 1]
I just want to hear a fucking song,
That makes me want to sing along,
With my friends.
Cause I just want to feel like I belong,
In a world that always gets it wrong,
Again and again.
Just need a little country and some rock and roll,
With the heart of old American soul,
Amen.

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[VERSE 2]
Everything tells me what I should love,
Silicon preachers cry from up above,
It’s the end.
But my tale don’t shuffle on command,
Need a cracked-up singer and a half-lit band,
To bend.
So give me busted strings and a back-porch groove,
With some rhymes that nobody need approve,
Or defend.

[PRE-CHORUS]
So pop all the bottles, make the floorboards shake,
Need that ancient wisdom no code can fake.

[CHORUS]
God damn the algorithm and blues,
Caught in a feedback loop,
There ain’t nothin’ to fix an old tune can’t do,
Give me three-chord truth,
Drums with nothing to lose,
Shake off the dust and let your soul shine through,
Algorithm and blues,
Algorithm and blues.

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[Verse 3]
There’s a million little waves in the air tonight,
Trackin’ our moves under cold blue light,
Ain’t it grand.
The world is lit with a counterfeit glow,
Selling pre-mixed feelings and primetime shows,
On demand.
So strike up a riff and let it fan the flames,
Watch the whole place riot and I’ll shoulder the blame,
And the contraband.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Light up the stage and let the speakers rip,
I want sweat on the mic when the chorus hits.

[CHORUS]
God damn the algorithm and blues,
Caught in a feedback loop,
There ain’t nothin’ to fix an old tune can’t do,
Give me three-chord truth,
Drums with nothing to lose,\ Shake off the dust and let your soul shine through,
Algorithm and blues,
Algorithm and blues.

[BRIDGE]
Drop a dollar in for the holy ghosts
Let them howl through the amps like the heavenly host
If the needle jumps red and we’re right on time
It’s the roar of a soul that won’t stay in line

[CHORUS]
With the God damned algorithm and blues,
Caught in a feedback loop,
There ain’t nothin’ to fix an old tune can’t do,
Give me three-chord truth,
Drums with nothing to lose,\ Shake off the dust and let your soul shine through,
Algorithm and blues,
Algorithm and blues.\

[Instrumental]

Algorithm and Blues,
Algorithm and Blues,
Algorithm and Blues,
Algorithm and Blues.

[FADE OUT]