White Noise

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