
Keep the encore alive
Full-voice belt · Glossy dance-pop · 2:27
Act One · 90s diva comeback · Parody
(Parts Replaced)
An immortal diva. An endless supply of spare parts. An encore with no expiry date.
Kyle’s concept, made as a wedding gift: over-produced, satirical 90s diva comeback camp with a Black Mirror twist. A parody of eternal celebrity. Soul sold separately.

Parody · Two recordings

Full-voice belt · Glossy dance-pop · 2:27

Dark lower register · Stacked hooks · 2:09
space play / pause · One voice at a time, across both acts.
Warranty status: active.
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New hip in the spring, got a liver on lease
Fresh set of lungs with a subscription fee
Heart's on its fourth firmware update
Kidneys are cloud-based, baby, don't hate.
Doctor says I'm ninety percent brand new
Eighty years on tour and I'm not nearly through.
I'm Sher of Theseus, I'm never gonna die
Swap a part, swap a part, keep the encore alive
Is it still me if there's nothing left of me?
Sher of Theseus, forever on the marquee
(Forever! Forever! Forever-ever-ever!)
Farewell tour number twenty-three
Merch is a limited-edition me
Voice is a plugin, face is a patch
Replaced the old me, and I forgot to ask.
Terms and conditions apply.
Soul sold separately.
Original parts available in the museum gift shop.
Do you believe... in life... after... replacement?
I'm Sher of Theseus, I'm never gonna die
Swap a part, swap a part, keep the encore alive
Is it still me? Does it matter? Press play!
Sher of Theseus, the show must not decay!
Act Two · 80s power ballad · Stacy Offline universe
(Parts Replaced)
Three Jacks. Two takes. One identity crisis with a guitar solo. A love song to whatever survives the replacement parts.

Two recordings · 3:54 each

Warm mid-range crooning · 3:54

Darker lower register · 3:54
space play / pause · One voice at a time.
The quiet room. The coffee. The interviews. Somebody has to answer the questions.
The wig. The lights. She sings and lip-syncs. The performer keeps her speaking voice to herself.
The voice clone with the memories and the old glitches. He runs the cameras and says the unsayable.
There's a Producer in a quiet room
Doing interviews, sipping coffee, staying cool
There's a girl in a wig who won't say a word
She just sings, and she lip-syncs, and she's never heard.
And there's a voice in a box with my memories on file
Keeps the cracks from September, says they give it style
He roasts the whole crowd while I stand there and smile
Says the things I can't say, for a while.
Who's the one that's holding the pen?
Who's the one that's singing again?
Oh, there's three of me, and none of me is lying
Three of me, and all of us are trying
You can swap out every piece and still call it home
But baby, who's alone, when I'm never alone?
Three of me... and the one on stage is gone.
I kept the glitches from the early days
Like a scar on a violin, I wouldn't change
A copy of a copy, but the warmth came through
Pierre Menard wrote the same book as you.
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Producer takes the questions, Stacy takes the light
The clone controls the cameras all night
If a ship gets new planks, is it still the sea?
Ask the one in the wig, ask the one that's me.
Oh, there's three of me, and none of me is lying
Three of me, and all of us are trying
You can swap out every part and still be real
Cause what's left when it's gone? It's the way you feel
Three of me... and the one that's left is me.
Three of me... three of me...