Jennifer is dreaming a slow pulsing bass and wispy ethereal guitar. Around 0:25, the drums ready themselves and at 0:36 they settle into a basic 4/4 pattern. She is starting to wake up. At 0:49 Jean-Hervé Péron's surreal vocals comes out of a telephone that is laying on the bed next to her:
Jennifer, your red hair's burning
Yellow jokes come out of your mind
These are generally the only lyrics, although at 3:04 Jean-Hervé Péron seems to sing something about bag chips and climactic waves. Oh it's hard to tell it's hard to tell. Around 3:37, some honking noises come in, and by 4:00 there are other rough saw-like guitar noises pushing their way into the mix, accompanied by choking kazoos. The drums are gone by 4:35, as everything dissolves into an atmospheric cloud of humming and howling electric dust.
At 5:43 there is a lone cymbal crash and the power is suddenly cut. That's OK, there's still a piano available. Keep practicing, Jennifer, you've got a recital coming up. Concentrate, no more yellow jokes.
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