The Unabomber Blues - A1 (Pre 80s Sound)
INTRO
(jaunty guitar, handclaps, stomping beat)
Come on strike up the band
I got a masterpiece in my hand
And… Nobody’s listening, nobody knows
So I turn up the volume and here we go—
VERSE 1
In a cold dark room I shout enlightenment
Throw my thought sparks into the Suno night
I’ve got a revelation burning bright
But nobody’s listening to my song tonight
I’ve got twelve good verses and a killer refrain
I’ve got a head full of thunder and a heart full of rain
I posted my song and I waited all day
No likes, no clicks, no follows
Just THE SILENCE!!! ringing through my brain
PRE-CHORUS
And oh, oh, oooo THE SILENCE!!!!
It’s a raging fire that maddens and torments
A not-so-subtle demon
Fueled by nobody giving ONE click or a DAMN!
CHORUS
I've got the Unabomber Blues
Big ideas, no reviews
I’ve got a preacher’s fire but no congregation, no choir
No one’s listening
Just me and my dead message
Some want glory, some want fame
Some want everybody knowing their name
Some want the pedestal, the spotlight, the cheers
Some just make music for an audience of one
But I want the fervent roar of the crowd
But what I’ve got are the Unabomber Blues
The still got something left to prove blues
And the silence ain’t won yet!
VERSE 2
Great ideas are fire, they burn from man to man
They move through nations, they move through the land
But there I am in a cold dark room
Shouting enlightenment at the internet’s empty pews
Ahab saw a whale and declared war on the sea
He chased his monster to the end of the world
I see an empty comment box staring back at me
And I chase for a little emoji heart, and a thumbs-up torch
PRE-CHORUS
And oh, oh, oooo THE SILENCE!!!!
It’s a raging fire that maddens and torments
A not-so-subtle demon
Fueled by nobody giving one click or a DAMN!
CHORUS
I've got the Unabomber Blues
Big ideas, no reviews
I’ve got a preacher’s fire but no congregation, no choir
No one’s listening
Just me and my dead message
Some want glory, some want fame
Some want a statue baring there name
Some want the pedestal, the spotlight, the cheers
Some just make music for an audience of one
But I’ve got the Unabomber Blues
And maybe that’s just a sad, lonely truth
BREAK
(beat drops, bass keeps bouncing)
Propaganda by the deed!
Propaganda by the dead!
A hollow point makes a headline
A bomb makes people read
But somewhere underneath the headline
There’s a human being
And somewhere underneath the dead
There used to be a dream
VERSE 3 — darker, faster
“From hell’s heart I stab at thee”—
Ahab screams into the foam
But what happens when the whale is gone
And you’re still alone?
You can make the world take notice
You can make the whole world stare
You can turn death into a billboard
But you can’t make them care
You can force them to read your words
You can make them learn your name
But attention isn’t understanding
And notoriety isn’t fame
CHORUS — almost celebratory
I’ve got the Unabomber Blues
Cause nobody hears my cerebral stew
I’ve got a preacher’s fire but no congregation, no choir
No one’s listening
Just me and my dead message
Some want glory, some want fame
Some want a statue bearing their name
Some want followers counting by the thousands
Some paint a picture nobody sees
Some write a story for one reader
Some sing a song for one pair of ears
Some make something beautiful
And then there are the me’s
The me’s who never hear the cheers
So I feast on my whining
Then drown in the wine
BRIDGE — music suddenly sparse
There is a wisdom that is woe
And a woe that ripens into madness
There is a hunger to be known
And a hunger THAT CAN NEVER BE FED!!!
But anonymity—
Maybe anonymity is not defeat.
Maybe obscurity isn’t failure.
Maybe the song
Doesn’t need the roar of the crowd.
BUILD
(drums return, faster)
While great ideas may burn from man to man
Sometimes all it takes is a little flame
To warm one heart and two cold hands
And sometimes the masterpiece
Live’s quietly in a room,
With nobody there—
Just the LOOV-ruh [Louvre] of you.
FINAL CHORUS
(huge, bouncy, bittersweet)
I’ve got the Unabomber Blues
But I’m changing up the news
No bomb, no bullet, no bloody deed
No corpse to make the whole world read
I’ll take the silence
I’ll take the unknown
I’ll make my little kingdom
My musical shrine
No pedestal
No parade
No monument
No accolade
Just a song in the dark
A spark in the night
And maybe one stranger
Leaves a like, gives a thumbs-up
And Oh, ohhh ohhh turns me bright
OUTRO
(jaunty guitar returns)
Come on, come on, strike up the band
Nobody knows me—and that’s okay, man
I’ve got a song and I’ve got a band
And I’ll survive these Unabomber Blues
No glory.
No fame.
No deed.
Just words.
And a little flame.
(Guitar skips, crackles, stops abruptly.)
FINAL
In a cold dark room…
I shout enlightenment…
at the silence.