“So… that one time at Bandcamp…”

[Verse 1]
That one time at Bandcamp,
I thought it was a scam
Subject line too neat, too clean
Deleted by a program

Didn’t see the memo
Didn’t read the sign
Thirteen days to judgment
Ten to flatten mine

I rubbed my eyes, refreshed the page
The shelves were bare and white
Not just the bots and circuits gone
But hands and wires and nights

[Pre-Chorus]
No knock upon the door
No chance to make amends
No fingerprints considered
No room for “it depends”

[Chorus 1]
🎵 Banned from Bandcamp 🎵
Too camp for Bandcamp
Too strange to stand camp
On their higher ground

🎵 Banned from Bandcamp 🎵
Too friendly for art music
Not unfriendly enough to count

[Verse 2]
That one time at Bandcamp
A bot erased my name
Thought I was a content farm
A factory of shame

Grouped me with the hedge
Of algorithmic law
Pressed delete without a look
At what the wires were for

Keeping music human
That was printed on the wall
Funny how a slogan
Doesn’t see you at all

[Chorus 2]
🎵 Banned from Bandcamp 🎵
Too human for the humans
Too tool-based to be true

🎵 Banned from Bandcamp 🎵
Wrong hands on the levers
Wrong future coming through

[Bridge]
Who gets to say what music is?
A blog post and a clock
An automated guillotine
With no one at the block

I rescued songs from silence
Pulled a voice out of the mud
Too friendly for obscurity
Too real to draw blood

[Break / Meta Interlude]

That one time at Bandcamp…
That other time at Bandcamp…
Two cans for the toucan
Too camp for the camp

[Final Chorus]
🎵 Banned from Bandcamp 🎵
But free on my own ground
A podcast sings where shelves were wiped
Still making sounds
🎵 Banned from Bandcamp 🎵
Audience of one or none
Still counts, still plays, still stands

[Outro]
That one time at Bandcamp
Wasn’t really the end
Just a very quiet moment
Where a song chose where to land