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CHEW ON THIS
Metadata
- title
- CHEW ON THIS
- meaning
- Single-only big-data gnaw: sunset hope clouded over, robot output fed to the monster you helped build: chew on this, don't choke.
- year
- 2024
- release
- CHEW ON THIS
- releaseType
- single
- artist
- Scoobert Doobert
- artistId
- #scoobert
- credits
- Written, performed, and mixed by Luke Francis Walton.
- apple
- https://music.apple.com/us/album/chew-on-this-single/1752338633?i=1752338634
- spotify
- https://open.spotify.com/track/2mrkK3X2xpHfDlT6RCVqn1
- youtube
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dKfuwVwreQ
- officialVideo
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dKfuwVwreQ
- themes
- internet
- big data
- anxiety
- disappointment
- isrc
- QZNWV2465931
- isrcSource
- spotify
- draft
- false
Lyrics
I'm chasing a sunset Maybe I could catch it But what if it gets cloudy at the end of the day? I smile, zone out for awhile But my bubble gets burst as I'm drifting away Ain't no money for dreamers I'm disappointed in ya Disappointed in me Letting everybody down I'm living like a robot Giving everything that I've got Only to be gobbled up by Big data Big data Feeding on the output of my soul Nothing but big data Big data Don't take another bite Swallow me whole Yeah chew on this You can chew on this Hmm, chew on this Why don't you chew on this? Don't choke When did the internet start to suck? We used to paddle out together And surf like an adventure Used to be our escape Now we need to escape From the monster we made Yeah it's eating us alive from the inside I'm disappointed in ya Disappointed in me Letting everybody down I'm living like a robot Giving everything that I've got Only to be gobbled up by Big data Big data Feeding on the output of my soul Nothing but big data Big data Don't take another bite Swallow me whole Yeah chew on this You can chew on this Hmm, chew on this Chew on this This Don't choke
Content
Standalone single only (July 26, 2024 · Beformer), not on I, US, or any LP tracklist. Also appears on the indiemono GOLDEN BAY compilation; this page is the single object.
It opens in the same sunset language as chasing the sunset, then the mood curdles: what if it gets cloudy, ain't no money for dreamers. Hope as something you chase until the weather wins. The chorus sharpens internet dread into body horror, big data feeding on the output of your soul: don't take another bite / swallow me whole.
Verse two asks when the internet started to suck. We used to paddle out and surf like an adventure; now you need to escape the monster we made. The title hook is both taunt and warning: chew on this, don't choke.
See also: Stories · All My Friends Live on the Internet · Catalog.