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The Fringe

by Notebook.

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(Intro) nowhere to run to. I know there's a couple holes in the cement prone to believing I may never see the goal that I'm reaching towards the doors are blockaded as I push against them with force gritting my teeth at the source of my anger. emphasis on the fact that I'm in a box below the dirt, breathing short and frantically looking treachorous, gory. you wouldn't guess it was for me.. to be left for the earthworms, crawling sort of panicking because the germs yearn to rotten the flesh biting the end of a slug and this nitrogen pressure built inside of my chest'll combust pressing my luck like a four-leafed clover closed between the pages of a book patience faded, and it took longer than I prayed it fucking would waiting to get a taste of the world I never knew of threw a ruby into a slew of putrid shit. what's it to ya? you want to see a ticking time-bomb hit its limit? screw it. I got a habit, of peddling backwards and if I could catch it and trap it, I could prevent it from happening once again sand slipping through the center of an hourglass (Maybe I'm just...) That's impossible metal bars play a part in breaking out you're way too strong to stay in doubt don't make it sound. wait it out... (Maybe I'm just...) taking it but not wasting it; gracious like a wave of wind on your skin placing it in the hands of something greater than the face you get everytime you face me as if it's nothing but a game my wits are Keen and (Keenan), Kel could vouch for All That waits to get its day to rip out the shell-casing; body armor replacement is needed I'm designated to detonate. hated for being not feasible. non-treatable infected once affected. better start a quarantine; this fool's creeping through toxic gas got 'em falling back tryna' block the barracks from the plague before the walls collapse make 'em spin in circles like clothes at a laundromat told 'em I was coming; now, I've got 'em how I plotted, jack feeling like anonymous... how can you lock an idea behind a block of bricks when you can't even see its body? just a cloud of mist floating and a sea of people dropping (Hook) (Outro)
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fireflies in a jar loud steps minimized to a soft tip-toe and it's fine being lost. requirements gone move quiet through the halls. steady getting witchy with that veni, vidi, vici feel telepathy. I'm picking through your head and being creepy still tipsy-turvy gypsy; sipping henney in the hippie-field dancing non-chalantly, really trippy if you see me, but I need to heal fix myself and shock the body too many years of playing tonsil hockey with a rotten mind-freak used to dig my pockets out to pay the price of heartbeats wasted money on something I could've got free it's warm at the bottom, and I've been sitting in the hot-seat listening to Rob-Zombie... Block-party 'til the morning. We've got hobbies that you probably couldn't understand (Fuck it, man) Strange Days & Nights, we grew accustomed and... intruders want to rush us 'cause they can't muster up another plan flustered at the love and what we're coming to stand for to disrupt the damn norm in a sly demeanor from Sun to Dawn, up under the asphalt Coming together where the rules don't exist One-another, all alone, and this is home (This is home) As we float along the outskirts No Trespassing, it's our World. This is how the Underground works (x2) They're knocking on the front-door, begging to get in. There's no way. (x3) As we float along the outskirts No Trespassing, it's our World. This is how the Underground works (x2) the Donnie Darko of writing this quite impartial and grimy art, avant-garde to society's liking sight-seeing from an apartment. I'm fine being disconnected, a goner in hiding, just watching all of it dying there's not a part of me trying to keep it from falling, 'cause sacrifices oughta' be made in order to fly free from the rainstorm; no umbrella, he stayed calm Mary Poppins with a gully conscience. The gossiping must've got him... behind bars but ready to change form devastated at this desolate land he was raised on It had him yawning. Empty bottle of NyQuil headed off of the ledge and was lead to fall in a mine-field where life feels better with people like you an upheaval so peaceful. No Gods + No Kings... too sweet when you disrupt the damn norm in a sly demeanor from Sun to Dawn, up under the asphalt (Hook) fireflies in a jar loud steps minimized to a soft tip-toe and it's fine being lost. requirements gone move quiet through the halls. (Outro)
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a little bit of opium. dealing with the devil, but I know what's up break it on down like we're tryna' dance, and line it even then smoke it up choking some, but I can handle it. grown enough to be scandalous with the drugs and the baggages to get a happy fix when I'm out of it feeling like Cobain, don't want to move. feels so good. I don't know what to do I just hope that my dudes can flow, get in tune with the vibe that I've got. I'm alone, but enthused dozing a bit each moment and too gone to respond, so I zone from the room to my head and forget about showing and proving I guess I gotta' go with the movement at first, you hear of it. then you experiment curiosity, my dear, you've made me fearless I remember being hazy, on a field-trip through these lovely poppy trees, shaking in the chill wind... fills in the blank space so vacant, in a daze, going through a grey rainbow Whoa... I can't fall. no shame on your man, dawg low-class living with Basquiat on the damn wall you're in my system now feel free to pull me down it's alright with me. it's alright with me.. you're mine, I'm yours "are you fine? are you sure?" I'm sure. you don't gotta' hide from me I'm just where I'd like to be OxyMoron. Schoolboy Q. We do what we do, just watch us soar on Voice on que. Throw life on pause; ease into a quiet storm ya'll don't really know, but I do. I just want to give you a clue please don't try this at home; not for the pure at heart, that's you see. it can free your mind, but it ain't freedom without a couple strings combined Friday / Saturday, we decline, and then repeat again until we beat the cycle sitting inside this shed. block the entry so they don't get an eye-full of this lifestyle. guaranteed to make the night wild at first, you hear of it. then you experiment curiosity, my dear, you've made me fearless I remember being hazy, on a field-trip through these lovely poppy trees, shaking in the chill wind... killing boredom by flying high. hang-gliding to my surprise tryna' find my oasis. so faded. smoke shaded. I can't fall. no shame on your man, dawg low-class living with Basquiat on the damn wall (Hook) (Cryptic Wisdom): Cocaine, G, Adderall, I had it all in my system How could I be mad at all when I was 'bout to fall? And now my rhythm's subjected into this prison, neglected all of my visions Obsessive over my D.O.C, that meth was all that I was wishing for My inner-artist, my child, didn't like to party, go out I was on and off it for a while. It was gettin' harder to smile I was on that "fuck you" tip. Never wanted friends around I would do enough too quick, and it left my head in doubt These days, I'm a hot mess on a mission to just be sober It's like I'm battling a Lochness with a slit wrist. Party is over And the further I go, the more I see that the ghost in me will come back It'll tempt me 'til I'm empty. I know some understand and some laugh But, what if I ain't strong enough to say no? I'm just a devil with a halo 'cause I get lonely and I medicate Take me away to a better place (Hook)
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seek your way to me and maybe we can be forever get together when you sneak and tippy-toe between the wavy breathing make me face relief, please; be the doctor for the patient while I'm patiently waiting gracefully nose bleeding from the snow-angel rosaries the equinox is dead and can't illuminate the blow & trees [blowin' trees] we're supposed to be close in a motion-screen show that unfolds my dream of knowing your interior motive things like that; you seem tight-wrapped for street-lights and sweet nights that no one would hope to see cliche and risque, but so dope to me. you're my dopamine though, so many people burn in your hellfire one sniff of that Michelle Pfeiffer... you promise everybody that we'll excel higher the greatest trick to break its way in and I admire that... She's so pure (built to kill, but we love to be dangerous) Fill the void (break the seal and what's underneath may be yours) Thrill me more (than a pill, 'cause a milligram ain't enough) No rush, babe; touch me for one day stimulant criminal and I'm itching to get to you like a kid to his gifts on Christmas, and I'm in the mood distance closes, magnetism flows and momentum pulses the quicker it goes on the physical display heart-rate on the glass screen the needle scraping on the paper at fast speed can't be measured; a sin to have a passion at the max for this crash-and-then-burn last-for-never black December flake of accumulation comfortably numb but my mood is anxious stimulation when the game gets rough lift my face and wipe away the drugs faking fun; a flirtatious, tasteless way of love that preys on pain and uh what'll never leave is never enough if only he could see it's better to run (hook) She's so pure Fill the void Thrill me more No rush, babe. Touch me for one day... (hook)
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And if you're paranoid, don't be scared of me.. I want to chase my dreams with vodka and prescription pills I'm over it they say life depends on all it gives I'm empty here. sober-sick. begging for a hand-out, looking for a better way dead kid walking through a sad town on the hunt for a getaway left to make a plan on my own with this damn frown.. that I can't wipe off. I'm lost, confused, and crammed down in fetal position, blacked out but, I think that I might be psychic. Saw this a while before, but denied it Déjà vu. Should've put it in writing. Frightening times call for enlightenment I'm in a familiar place. Don't like it, it's really strange bitter taste filling in the mouth like a dentist came Feeling like a Menace, no Dennis. Tripping again I think the visions in my eYe clip my wings and still give me strength telling me to skip restraint, go a bit insane, and switch the game up as difficult as it's been to fix the pace, but... hypnosis, you're dozing off in a motionless coma falling, afloat and I know it's hard to keep following the pendulum (keep it rated-R with no parental advisory...) I'm stuck inside your screen So, keep watching me... (x2) The Glitch. I'm just another brick in the wall all-in-all, I saw my fall from grace at a haunting rate in daunting ways tried to take a different angle and shift the perspective this was a deathwish. can somebody give me an exit? dripping in sweat with tears of blood. here, but what's the reason for it? I'd rather be at peace than tortured psychologically I forfeit. safety-belt stripped from around my waist, I'm out hear the sound of pounding chests due to how I'm changing routes the left-hand path is my refuge. right hand over my neck-wounds squeezing tight 'til it hurts my temples fuck tradition when you've been dealt a shit hand, man ever since that day, all I felt was quick-sand and plastic beneath my blood cells and skin can't protect the welts and whiplash from the hellish impact trailing through the styx until my skeleton snaps, becomes gelatin and melts into the Empress's lap (hook) hold up...I've got something for the world to see don't need the fame, but I think that it's an urgency hot-headed John Lennon 'til they come and murder me eyes upon the pendant. I can tell that you are turning weak (x2)
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On this cross for all to witness Sacrificed by all the wicked sick and twisted black magicians spin those spells and watch.. They told me I was a fake, a punk, and that I was made for nothing. Full of pain, I'd suffer Now I'm saying "fuck it" and take the punches 'cause they made me tougher Beat me to the ground like a sign-post, and I cried wolf but they liked when I'd tried my best to crawl away and not strike I wanted to swing my fists, but I was scared to get destroyed. Quieted my voice. Killed the noise of the little boy that was screaming out for a simple choice... "Let me go and I won't attempt to fit in." It was vicious, wicked, and made me rigid coined as worth less than a dime o'dozen beat with sticks and forced to fight 'til my lungs were tight and shrunken yeah, look at what life has come to...as I look in my eyes, they're sunken I was made into a beast that hated himself and would spite the others constantly blacking out & I discovered suicidal tendencies for the guilt and confusion I was submerged in smoke & mirrors broken, I'm slightly punctured and I hope that I recover the windows to the soul are cracked peek in and there is nothing left accept all of me or nothing at all I'm recovering in the mud from the fall you were so cunning and hard to resist and we couldn't truly ignore you the windows to the soul are cracked.. This is like the life of Jesus Christ. Improvising themes where I get evil-eyed and nailed for tryna' keep the peace in sight greedy beasts at every scene I find. nails and hammers pried inside my feet, no lie. put him in that freaking bible me oh my, I need to hide where I can dream at night these nightmares leave me speechless, I could be a mime quiet storm, no Mobb Deep. but, the Havoc had me pondering maybe I'm a prodigy; an anomaly, so they squander me Silk The Shocker said it ain't my fault, and I believe life can be a fight it seems, but now it's time to bleed deconstructing everything. DNA rewiring climbing to the top of Jacob's Ladder in his tight jeans nail polish, ink on his skin, ignoring your piety called me a faggot so many times, it doesn't bother me gender roles, normality, society defining freedom's boundaries taking off these chains like diamond links.. (hook) you were so cunning and hard to resist, and we couldn't truly ignore you watch...
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I wear the Mark of the Beast it's on the arm of my sleeve everything is not what it seems some things seem sweet enough to pull me to the feast but, nobody ever told me that the beauty was a beast that part of me nobody sees is all in pieces I'm breathing, but barely alive to feel my heart repeating each breath, three steps, the floor? I'm against it I wear a scar, and now it's deeper the more I'm regretting but, it's nothing but love gave you a hug in the front of the corner store, and then remembered the mark that you left I'm a hopeful romantic, even though you're a shadow of impulsive and manic searches for satisfaction can't blame you for nothing got to take it and look away to my imagination maybe I had it coming I'm a hopeful romantic, even though you're a shadow of impulsive and manic searches for satisfaction can't blame you for nothing, but what you gave me's crazy hasn't faded. safely, I'll contain it I try to see through to you but, it's like I'm see-through to you I'm losing cool. I'm losing cool. Can you meet at the theater and we can work it out? I'm not a fan of word of mouth or playing telephone with all these faces in the crowd All I really want is trust less hate, more love not a lot, but enough some things seem sweet enough to pull me to the feast but, nobody ever told me that the beauty was a beast I want someone to hold but I'm under control of a creep, not as mellow singing falsetto. her vibrato rings like a cell-phone Medusa's calling. the serpents tangle together mingle and shed their skin and continue crawling at the surface of my spine, climbing from the bottom to my neck. I'm enchanted playing hard to get? I'm quite the passionate kind that can't quit overactive in the moment; but holding back is a practice I've got to let go of you opened me up in hopes to show me the fun of being uncontrolled. I don't think that you know what you've done promiscuous. they hate you and think you're ridiculous, but I'm into it there's more to the picture if you dig into the pixels mixed emotion, but within, I know it.. the lesson I'm presented with is potent so, let's sip the potion (Hook) I'm a hopeful romantic, even though you're a shadow of impulsive and manic searches for satisfaction can't blame you for nothing... meet me at the theater and we can work it out
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(Intro) soaring nowhere. come for me... I'm lost in space can't find a trace of anything familiar what is living? what's the feeling? we're on a mission to be gifted; to be lifted. dozing into a dream, he's slowly getting so weak comfortable and relaxed, composed & feeling discrete brain activity taming quick as he's intimately wrapped in his bed sheet, just knowing it'll be sweet every night is a struggle to flow into a deep sleep something within is keeping him going diligently but, this is different. these visions flicker in-and-out with the quickness stripping down his convictions from a distance cognition scrambling, thought-patterns split in half and it's like being catapulted backwards through a black abyss actually not attached to his cavity, sort of frantic looking down at himself and doesn't make sense asking if he should travel deeper and pass through... Space is like a vacuum, sucking him through the center and he can't move "but, for once, I feel free Immortal and I'm truly sure of what's the real Me..." (Hook) heavy dose of mellowtonin in his skull-bone an immobile body he's projected over; not dressed or clothed just fear to accept the notion, wants to disconnect and go in to the old skin. but, knows he better hold his tongue but he can't. it's all so real difficult to convince himself that it's not the chills.. that rippled similar to skipping stones on water filled him to the brim swimming with a fitted on, for real metaphorical. must've read my oracle plunged into infinity, but scared to leave his boring room sparked a fuse that sent him flying and I'm shot from this cannon to the other side blind eyes, but the lighting is getting brighter by the second dying, but the beauty of it is quite the ride and... you should try it. join us as we cut the cord and break into the silence it's crazy, but you'll like it (Hook) (Outro)
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(Intro) It's apropo to wonder how intense the afterglow gets the modulated signals in my head could crack the codec been strung out in a limbo-state. That's Middle Earth. I'm backwards flowing. but, it's all the same just like a palindrome. Impractical is what your rational is never meant to fan the gas and blow this out of proportion... this sort of lucid dream's a multifaceted, fully animate touch-screen these 3D Glasses gleam from heat refraction as they read the fractals I just sit and watch the fucking particles drip partially here, but hardly. I drift in catharsis again lethargic and tense, but I'm calm and persistent. I'm inching towards the storm with a grin. calling me in, it warps me and twists more than a vision, but more like a myth. Narnia lives. I saw it through these corneas, filtered hard to distinguish my pulse from the walls in a bit, I might just stay. put a bolt-lock on the door from the outside and call it quits in for the long-hall as I absorb the mist... (Gayngz): and we were on a cloud and we were way in love.. (x2) it's apropo to wonder how intense the afterglow gets the modulated signals in my head could crack the codec packed and cold-pressed; a natural. guess my knack for no less than that is grotesque. (that is so fetch) you don't gotta' tell me that. I know, yet a reminder is good. I put myself inside of the grinder and mushed...slimy and mushed. try me, you should. walked through the wormhole many times and it looks like I survived it and stood.. upwards. exalted, but I'm nauseous. feeding on my own endorphins becoming translucent. transcendent. I'm morphing becoming translucent. transcendent. I'm morphing didn't know if I could afford it; disappear to all my old friends I'm going, going, gone to the open air that no one can see with perfect vision. dis-forming, distorting becoming translucent. transcendent. I'm morphing goodbye if you don't come along with me before the storm begins the incubator's getting warmer and, this is what it's like to be born again the pedestal's too high to be forced to reform as I'm stripped from the mortal skin... Goodbye, Cruel World... (Hook)
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"I want you to lose it. Get wavy with me. There's nobody that can save us. We're free. Looks like my generation is leaving in a cloud smoke... Whoa. Out of sight, out of mind. Found a life, we recline 'cause it's easy to breathe and preach what we practice Peace symbol plastered across this sky Two fingers up for the Stoners and Hippies, the Poets, Low-Life Folk on the back-road tryna' get a fix... Loners, Geeks, and Freaks. Get throwed if you hear me, though. Life is a carnival, so come join the party and fall into... a trance from the light-wave particles swimming inside your pupils to the heart in you. And I know there's a heart in you... And at the heart of it all, we just want to be a part of The Pulse. And I'm walking on water with an anchor strapped to my ankles, calm and composed. Soak in the violet rays of the Sun like I am supposed to. All in Together Now. All N 2gether Now... (Vocal Clip by Kanye West) Said I couldn't levitate and make it to the other side Wish You Were Here. Took a break and flew above my high It doesn't make sense, but you're all beside me Eyes pressed tight to the Warhol designs weaved into the clouds... purple and pink. Move slow and distorted, slurred in our speech Ten millions out from the birds and the bees on the beach Skin burnt, but converged with the scenery True meaning of a meltdown. Hellbound, but somehow we haven't fell down Old layers shed like snakes once the phase is done; it's safe to cut the metal from around these feet and get some help now Transport. Stand tall. Report back to the landmark we started off, before Pandora's box was opened... (Vocal Clip by Kanye West) Soak in the violet rays of the sun like I am supposed to. All in Together Now. Get wavy with me. There's nobody that can save us. Get wavy with me. There's nobody that can save us. We're free. (Vocal Clip by Kanye West)"
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(Intro) Gaudy, witty, and wicked. Naughty like a video vixen, pragmatic. the static bandit's what they call me with these tricks in my sleeve... slicker than greased hair back in the 70's master of ceremonies and so many fans depend on me. orchestrating demolition. sending pacts to devils fornicate with sexy nymphs that sweat the rapping fellow hella' def and stellar. "Hellen Keller"-swagger gets no better. hard to pull apart like your head's attached to velcro step into my hell-hole while I tap-dance over the tempo lightly like a ballerina tip-toeing. hypnosis overload which side are you on? oh. that's what I thought bob your head, no hairstyle involved (fucking awesome) gnarly, dude. puppet-string 'em like the Muppets, walk that walk. Talk that Talk; shout out to Rihanna who's your leader with his feet up? twiddle my thumbs and keep a sinister touch of freedom, administer what the people want This is what the people want Creeping in disguise Read between the lines Don't be sleeping when it's time to go.. aboard the ghost-ship, toasted from a bong-hit to the face I put the hogwash in a crystal ball and toss the shit away I'm a martyr that disgraced all the followers of faiths disowned quick. lone wolf walking through a maze shark up in a tank without an offer on my plate started bartering with bait to make it harder to escape such a narcissistic waste of life. partner of a faceless maven causing drama for the gossip that it makes started from the bottom. could've got in this with Drake but, I still operate where the fallen men decay boots and torn-up skully. recruit them before it's sunny, then move 'til it's dawn. gully and rude when it's war. I'm gutsy, but can't stomach myself. too much to digest the revolution won't be televised until my mind's set face all tattered and scratched, with the same cult that made Charles famous flinging battery-acid and napalm. stay calm, these kids are way off and... (Hook) (Film Score)

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"In a time where many worlds are bridging together, and entirely new ones are spawning out of thin air, The Fringe is a perfect symbol of what's playing out in front of our very own eyes. Boundaries get crashed through on this musical feat as abstraction & minimalism are fused into one, and Pop Art gets renovated with Dark Art aesthetics..."

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released October 31, 2014

All engineering, production, writing, and recording done by Notebook. Credit to Cryptic Wisdom for his vocals on "Basquiat's Room" (www.crypticwisdom.com) and Execute Effect for this project's artwork (www.executeeffect.com).

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Notebook. Clayton, New Jersey

Notebook. is an Alternative / Hip-Hop Musician that has been breaking down the boundaries between genres for seventeen years, all while putting his graphic, movie-like journey sonically on display. Limitation in Art is not a rule that he abides by, and the extreme highs and gut-wrenching lows of Notebook.'s life-experience is what also makes his work so relatable. ... more

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