Uploaded February 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
I was sittin’ in a diner with a patty melt and fries
People in the booth behind me throwin’ questions to the sky
Most of what they said was foolish, not worth repeating twice
But one got stuck inside my head and rolled around all night
Someone asked what kind of creature
They would come back as someday
Dogs and cats and lions roarin’
All the answers sounded the same
Me, I’ve always loved the low notes
Where the heavy harmonies bloom
I’ve chased the sound down every octave
From bass guitar to bassoon
Even the contrabassoon's too polite for what I hear
I wanna feel the floorboards shiver
I wanna shake the atmosphere
I wanna come back as an animal
Hearin’ lower than a human can
You know dogs hear sounds above us
Well, just flip it and you’ll understand
There’s a world below the noise we know
And I wanna step inside that tune
From the mantle to the moon
I wanna build an infrabassoon
Infrasound sits under twenty hertz
Too low for human hearing
But elephants talk across the savanna
And blue whale calls keep steering
Crocodiles hum in the river
Some say pigeons feel it too
So if I’m comin’ back next lifetime
That’s the choir I’m singing to
I wanna come back as an animal
Hearin’ lower than a human can
You know dogs hear sounds above us
Well, just flip it and you’ll understand
There’s a rhythm under everything
Like the heartbeat of a monsoon
Let it rumble, let it bloom
I wanna build an infrabassoon
Or maybe I could get an ear transplant
Find a mad doctor willing to experiment
If that idea won’t work
Well I guess I understand
Maybe hearing those deep frequencies
Was never in God’s plan
Maybe angels share their secrets
In tones too low to hear
Speaking all around us
But never quite made clear
And when an angel talks to humans
Which happens rarely anyway
Maybe they raise the pitch a little
Just so we can hear what they say
If I reach those pearly gates someday
I won’t ask for wings or halo
I’ll ask Saint Peter for wider hearing
Maybe down to one hertz or so
And if he says “that’s not how heaven works”
I’ll smile and ask to speak to his manager
And ask him to send me back again
As an infrasound-hearing traveler
I wanna come back as an animal
Hearin’ lower than a human can
Where the earth hums slow and ancient
And the oceans understand
There’s the bassoon and the "contree-bassoon"
But I’m chasing something true
Let the low end roll forever
Till it finally feels like home
On my old infrabassoon
Low and slow
Underneath the tune
From the mantle to the moon
Infra… bassoon…
Still listening…
I was sittin’ in a diner with a patty melt and fries
People in the booth behind me throwin’ questions to the sky
Most of what they said was foolish, not worth repeating twice
But one got stuck inside my head and rolled around all night
Someone asked what kind of creature
They would come back as someday
Dogs and cats and lions roarin’
All the answers sounded the same
Me, I’ve always loved the low notes
Where the heavy harmonies bloom
I’ve chased the sound down every octave
From bass guitar to bassoon
Even the contrabassoon's too polite for what I hear
I wanna feel the floorboards shiver
I wanna shake the atmosphere
I wanna come back as an animal
Hearin’ lower than a human can
You know dogs hear sounds above us
Well, just flip it and you’ll understand
There’s a world below the noise we know
And I wanna step inside that tune
From the mantle to the moon
I wanna build an infrabassoon
Infrasound sits under twenty hertz
Too low for human hearing
But elephants talk across the savanna
And blue whale calls keep steering
Crocodiles hum in the river
Some say pigeons feel it too
So if I’m comin’ back next lifetime
That’s the choir I’m singing to
I wanna come back as an animal
Hearin’ lower than a human can
You know dogs hear sounds above us
Well, just flip it and you’ll understand
There’s a rhythm under everything
Like the heartbeat of a monsoon
Let it rumble, let it bloom
I wanna build an infrabassoon
Or maybe I could get an ear transplant
Find a mad doctor willing to experiment
If that idea won’t work
Well I guess I understand
Maybe hearing those deep frequencies
Was never in God’s plan
Maybe angels share their secrets
In tones too low to hear
Speaking all around us
But never quite made clear
And when an angel talks to humans
Which happens rarely anyway
Maybe they raise the pitch a little
Just so we can hear what they say
If I reach those pearly gates someday
I won’t ask for wings or halo
I’ll ask Saint Peter for wider hearing
Maybe down to one hertz or so
And if he says “that’s not how heaven works”
I’ll smile and ask to speak to his manager
And ask him to send me back again
As an infrasound-hearing traveler
I wanna come back as an animal
Hearin’ lower than a human can
Where the earth hums slow and ancient
And the oceans understand
There’s the bassoon and the "contree-bassoon"
But I’m chasing something true
Let the low end roll forever
Till it finally feels like home
On my old infrabassoon
Low and slow
Underneath the tune
From the mantle to the moon
Infra… bassoon…
Still listening…
