Stories
MÖB opens in the head: browsing history, invented slights, end-of-the-world loops: writing stories nobody said while smiling through a happy song.
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Track one on MÖB, the LP’s front door and anxiety thesis, released as a standalone single ahead of the album. Ear to the Ground Music read it as a song about the stories people tell themselves, which is exactly the trick: a happy song that smiles while never letting on how much I worry.
The whole record’s logic is in the chorus: it’s the end of the world in my head, so won’t you get out of my head? Browsing history doubles as a diary, big data and Siri can’t help, and confession plays as comedy (I don’t catastrophize, that information’s classified). The final verse widens to elections, family fracture, and heat, then lands right back inside the skull. The Möbius cycle begins here, with looped dread you can dance to.
It connects to the CHEW ON THIS lineage of internet anxiety, and sets up Sunlight as the album’s attempted answer.
Also on Catalog as a 2023 single.
Written, performed, produced, and mixed by Luke Francis Walton. Mastered by Riley Knapp. Album art by Gentle Giant Illustrations.
Lyrics
Ooo web browsing history My little internet diary Immortalized anxiety Alexa, what's wrong with me I smile on write a happy song Never letting on How much I worry I'm writing stories in my head Inventing awful things that you never said Mad at what you did in my dream Always in my head Imagine awful things that you never did It's the end of the world In my head It's the end of the world In my head So won't you get out of my head? Big data cannot help me No matter how it tracks me No, I'm not feeling happy No matter what the trends say Generative allergy Oh, Siri can you save me Internal little story I know you're out to get me Said I know you're out to get me Yeah I think you're out to get me Ooo I think you're out to get me Ooo I'm writing stories in my head Inventing awful things that you never said Mad at what you did in my dream Always in my head Imagine awful things that you never did It's the end of the world In my head No, I don't catastrophize That information's classified It's designated for my eyes only Otherwise I probably Wouldn't have a single friend Oh look the world's ending again And every couple years, we get a new election To break my family into pieces While the temperature increases No one's happy when they're hot But do you have to be so racist? Every day another crises Of our soul and of our vices And I'm running out of air Cause it's the end of the world In my head In my head Writing stories in my head Yeah you're always in my head It's the end of the world In my head In my head In my head Yeah it's the end of the world in my head