Fix what’s wrong, but don’t rewrite what the artist wrote. Stick to the official released version — album booklet, label site, verified lyric video, etc. If you’re guessing, pause and double-check.
Respect the structure
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Punctuation counts (but vibe-editing doesn’t)
Correct typos? Yes. Re-punctuating a whole verse because it ‘looks better’? Probably not. Keep capitalization and punctuation close to the official source.
Don’t mix versions
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Let the lyrics be lyrics
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Edit lightly
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When in doubt, ask the crowd
Not sure what they’re singing in that fuzzy bridge? Drop a question in the comments and let the music nerds swarm. Someone always knows.
This is good chase music. When I listened to it high and closed my eyes I wrote this:
A stampede of elephants
An escape from the zoo
Chaos all around me
Skeleton bone blues
Running through the office
Ducking deterrents of my destination
Getting hung up on the loose nails of my coffin
Exposed holes of old sensations
Feeling anxious because I’m under obligation
To what makes me forget
I’m a vicious cyclist without a helmet
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This is good chase music. When I listened to it high and closed my eyes I wrote this:
A stampede of elephants An escape from the zoo Chaos all around me Skeleton bone blues Running through the office Ducking deterrents of my destination Getting hung up on the loose nails of my coffin Exposed holes of old sensations Feeling anxious because I’m under obligation To what makes me forget I’m a vicious cyclist without a helmet