Qualmi Feld - Hotel TV Lyrics

Another day, I'll take a glance at the to-do list
Think to myself, "Hey, ain't you already done do this?"
A load of laundry, and I'll check on my finances
Ooh the numbers gettin' small, "Should I examine?" Nah, stay clueless
Now where to begin on the rest of these mundane tasks
What should I do in the middle, what should definitely be last
I'll return the thing, stop at the gym, pop in at the store, clean up the floors, and do a little bit of meal prep

And then I'm doing dishes, I'm always doing dishes
When I flashback on my life, I'll be there standing in the kitchen
With my shirt soakin wet, that's not sweat, that's from the dishes
All the pots and pans and gosh forbid I gotta clean the Vitamix

Notifications, I gotta clear em' all
Nah, instead I'll let em' build up while I stare directly at the wall
Do what I can do of the to-do the rest tomorrow, do the rest tomorrow, do the rest tomorrow

But I still got time enough for, one show
I got the mental capacity for, one show
Maybe a 45 minute episode, one show
And what was the name of that one show? I can't remember
Oh yeah, I remember, but it doesn't fit my mood right now, right now
Just put it on and feel it out, right now
Nah, I was right before but there's time for something shorter, right now
Oh shoot, my Hulu logged me out of my account? Right now
Guess I'll watch Seinfeld for the 1500th time, and scroll on my phone

Why's everything feel so exhausting
Decision fatigue's got the best of me
Wondering if things could be simpler
Turn off my brain, and turn on hotel TV

Hi! I'd like your finest mediocre hotel room, please
With a phone charger just out of reach
Alright, let's see what we got here
American Dad, CSI: Wherever the F*ck
What's this, Grown Ups 2? Half way through? Eh, I'll leave that on for a little bit
Switch to Nick at Nite, sleep timer on, and I'm out

Oh shit, I woke up late
And my calendar, is it up to date? Arrange, align, appointments all contribute to the ruminate
My check engine light was on, but it's gone, so it's outta my mind
And I just might find myself in a frenzy gettin into work on time
I forgot to respond, to everybody that I said I would
Nah nah nah nah nah worry it's been too long
Oh they all hate me, yeah they probably should

But I remember a time, I think, before the constant overwhelm
And yes I know, my responsibilities are low, and I do all of this to myself
And adulthood, I get it
But man, this feels different
Less things to consider
Delusionally simpler
These rose-colored glasses
Allow us to reminisce
What it felt like before all of this

With a regular job, you could live in a house
And the dollar menu kept you fed
And when you didn't need an app for that
No QR codes, had real menus instead
OK boomer
Before all the mindless distractions
The countless subscriptions
The pointless comparisons
And the riling algorithms
The insatiable greed of a few
And where'd all the headphone jacks go

Before we accessed all the info in the world
And advertisers listen before you even say the word
Six fingers in pictures, and updates no one wants
They act like doin' us a favor, but it's all for profit, stop
Now that self driving cars took over the road
Now that ChatGBT became our overlord
Now that the takeover's official, well the good news is
I'll finally have more time for art, and to create

Doin' dishes? I'm still out here doin' dishes? All the technology in the dang world
And I'm still soakin' wet? That's vicious
I feel like there coulda been a better way for all this to come to fruition
But what do I know, I'm getting older
And maybe things always look better in that hindsighted 20/20 revision

Shit is gettin kinda weird though, right

Why's everything feel so exhausting
Decision fatigue's got the best of me
Wondering if things could be simpler
Turn off my brain, and turn on hotel TV
Just give me Nick at Nite (why's everything feel so exhausting)
And HGTV (decision fatigue ain't got nothin' on me)
Guy Fieri in whatever the f*ck (wondering if things could be simpler)
Turn off my brain (I dunno)
And turn on hotel TV (maybe it's just me)