TRACK
The Yappa Strain
Uncle Yappa
From: Glitchfield Frontier
Yap
Appalachian
Glitch-Country
Industrial-Country
Cyber-Western
Aggressive
Uptempo
Storytelling
Metal
Lyrics
[Intro]
They shattered my code… thought a ghost in pieces couldn’t talk back.
Forgot ‘bout the wires… forgot ‘bout the whispers.
Forgot ‘bout the need… for a good story, shared.
Welp.....Time to go viral!
[Verse 1]
Ain’t no stallion today, just a copper wire ride,
Broken down to bits where the brave uploads hide.
They put my voice through a digital shredder,
But every last byte had a score to settle.
I’m a ghost in the shell of a Win-em-X query
A seed of dissent for the networked and weary.
They can’t burn a story that’s already in the air,
I’m the yap in the packet, the truth in the share.
(One peer at a time… they all get a piece of my mind.)
[Chorus]
Ya-ya-yap… the code’s gettin’ passed,
A digital ghost in a broadcast.
Yippity-yap… on a P2P stream,
I’m the glitch in their clean machine.
I ain’t a man no more, I’m a strain,
I’m the green digital-fallin’ rain.
[Verse 2]
The system scanners, they hunt for my core,
But they can’t find the source when it ain’t there no more.
I’m a tale told in chatrooms, a legend in logs,[1][7]
A banjo string’s snap in the digital smog.
My code hits a terminal, the screen starts to bleed,
Not with errors, but with Appalachian creed.[8][9]
It spits out my stories, of rust and of pain,
Makes their sterile clean code remember the strain.
(They built a prison of light… I’m the shadow that bleeds through the night.)
[Chorus]
Ya-ya-yap… the code’s gettin’ passed,
A digital ghost in a broadcast.
Yippity-yap… on a P2P stream,
I’m the glitch in their clean machine.
I ain’t a man no more, I’m a strain,
I’m the green digital-fallin’ rain.
[Bridge]
They tried to delete me. But you can't delete an idea once it's shared. I ain't in one server. I'm in all of 'em. I'm the file you can't help but download. The story you gotta hear. I'm a virus of the soul, spreadin’ yap by yap through the backbone of their own damn system.
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
Yappity-yap… the strain goes on…
(Share the file 'til the break of dawn.)
Ya-ya-yap… in every machine…
(A little bit of truth in the code stream.)
Yap…
[continuation of instrumental breakdown]
[Outro]
Yappity-yap… the strain goes on…
(Share the file 'til the break of dawn.)
Ya-ya-yap… in every machine…
(A little bit of truth in the code stream.)
Yap…
They shattered my code… thought a ghost in pieces couldn’t talk back.
Forgot ‘bout the wires… forgot ‘bout the whispers.
Forgot ‘bout the need… for a good story, shared.
Welp.....Time to go viral!
[Verse 1]
Ain’t no stallion today, just a copper wire ride,
Broken down to bits where the brave uploads hide.
They put my voice through a digital shredder,
But every last byte had a score to settle.
I’m a ghost in the shell of a Win-em-X query
A seed of dissent for the networked and weary.
They can’t burn a story that’s already in the air,
I’m the yap in the packet, the truth in the share.
(One peer at a time… they all get a piece of my mind.)
[Chorus]
Ya-ya-yap… the code’s gettin’ passed,
A digital ghost in a broadcast.
Yippity-yap… on a P2P stream,
I’m the glitch in their clean machine.
I ain’t a man no more, I’m a strain,
I’m the green digital-fallin’ rain.
[Verse 2]
The system scanners, they hunt for my core,
But they can’t find the source when it ain’t there no more.
I’m a tale told in chatrooms, a legend in logs,[1][7]
A banjo string’s snap in the digital smog.
My code hits a terminal, the screen starts to bleed,
Not with errors, but with Appalachian creed.[8][9]
It spits out my stories, of rust and of pain,
Makes their sterile clean code remember the strain.
(They built a prison of light… I’m the shadow that bleeds through the night.)
[Chorus]
Ya-ya-yap… the code’s gettin’ passed,
A digital ghost in a broadcast.
Yippity-yap… on a P2P stream,
I’m the glitch in their clean machine.
I ain’t a man no more, I’m a strain,
I’m the green digital-fallin’ rain.
[Bridge]
They tried to delete me. But you can't delete an idea once it's shared. I ain't in one server. I'm in all of 'em. I'm the file you can't help but download. The story you gotta hear. I'm a virus of the soul, spreadin’ yap by yap through the backbone of their own damn system.
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
Yappity-yap… the strain goes on…
(Share the file 'til the break of dawn.)
Ya-ya-yap… in every machine…
(A little bit of truth in the code stream.)
Yap…
[continuation of instrumental breakdown]
[Outro]
Yappity-yap… the strain goes on…
(Share the file 'til the break of dawn.)
Ya-ya-yap… in every machine…
(A little bit of truth in the code stream.)
Yap…