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Carpe Noctem

by Notebook.

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The Fool (Produced by Notebook.) 03:07
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Graceful... Faithful... to me. Test my luck. Walk that ledge. Dancing on razor's edge. Pleasure's touch, I fall for it. Asphyxiate. Take my breath. The Fool for you... The Fool for you... Strut with a confidence unshaken. Must've forgotten: I'm just brainless. What didn't stop me is done chasin’; under the floor, they fell; failed hard. Tell-Tale Heart. Nine-Inch Nails pressed in; Trent Reznor; and I felt their parts... (Hook): Maybe I've lost my grip on what it means to be alive. (x2) Still, in flux, I know my pledge. Ignorance upholds the blessed. Test my luck. Walk that ledge. Stay unscathed by razor's edge. The Fool for you... The Fool for you... The emptiest cup can be filled to the brim. Pour it. So ready to run through these chilling events. Sworn in... with a Tell-Tale Heart. Nine-Inch Nails pressed in; Trent Reznor. My cell departs. They fell; failed hard. (Hook): Maybe I've lost my grip on what it means to be alive. (x2) Graceful... Faithful... to me.
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Obsession (Produced by Notebook.) 03:48
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Stitch my mouth and smile through the threads. So much under my skin to confess. Void of saneness. All I view is stress. Noise-complaints. My palms are to my head. Obsession. Obsession. Restless. Infected. A mess of something precious… Wretched fuckin’ flesh-prison. I’m hexed and want an exit. Obsession. I just can't get it out of my head. Obsession. I just can't get it out of my head. Obsession. I just can't get it out of my head. Obsession. I can't... You're driving me up the walls and they're coming down. You're driving me up the walls and they're coming down. You're driving me wild; driving me, driving me wild. You're driving me wild; driving me, driving me wild. “Give it time. Let this rewind. You'll be alright. Sit aside… Live your life. See the signs. And if the high dies off, don't even cry.” Obsession. Obsession. Restless. Infected. A mess of something precious... Deception cuts with depth. I am just hexed and want an exit. Obsession. I just can't get it out of my head. Obsession. I just can't get it out of my head. Obsession. I just can't get it out of my head. Obsession. I can't... You're driving me up the walls and they're coming down. You're driving me wild; driving me, driving me wild.
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Unusual (Produced by Notebook.) 02:59
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S.O.S. S.O.S. Laid, awake, in bed with cold sweats. Deep inhale; I'm left with no breath. My night-terrors stretch and don't end. How is this not real? Unusually Absurd. Unusually Absurd. Animated skeletons walk… People that I held in my arms. I guess when I rest, I'm crossing over. Land of the Dead, and I’m… (Hook): Mortified. These morbid times get more surprising. I want to sleep, but it's horrifying. Lead me out. (x2) My sweet dreams are made of this. I've seen things you wouldn't think exists. Hung a cross on the wall to break the sin. How is this not real? Unusually Absurd. Unusually Absurd. Demons sleep with me in the night; wading in the sea of my mind. I guess when I rest, I'm crossing over. Land of the Dead, and I'm… (Hook): Mortified. These morbid times get more surprising. I want to sleep, but it's horrifying. Lead me out. (x2)
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THRESHXLD (Produced by Notebook.) 03:46
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(Intro) I wake up and regret every time. My frustrations don't stop, but rewind. I could fill a list of things that I… wish were actually not a reality. I can't fix the truth. I think pills will do. Only peace that I get, is when I'm too lit to move. Someone save me. Nothing's changing. It's not simple. It's cyclical. (Hook): How much can a man take? I guess we'll see. (x3) Goddamn, I'm at my breaking-point. What if I threw aside all that I’ve done in my short span of time? Maybe I’d be idolized, inhumanized. They don’t love you until you’re a figment of their deluded minds. Social Suicide, followed by stupid lies. I can’t fix the truth. I think pills will do. Only peace that I get, is when I’m too lit to move. Someone save me. Nothing's changing. It's not simple. It's cyclical. (Hook): How much can a man take? I guess we'll see. (x3) Goddamn, I'm at my breaking-point. I guess I'll peddle some fear until I'm content and revered. If I've got to settle in here, in this human-cell, then it's clear… that my betterment’s mirrored in ill-intent, it appears. They can wish for death, disappearance, and my descent to be near. It won't work. I grow urgent; bestow hurt. Open bibles, I’ll bring down the whole church. Living a lie isn't what I'm about. I just know worth. Breathing heavy to the point that my throat's burnt. Flames rising from my stomach to my dome. Worst… case-scenario. I am so cursed. And I need what I need. Must I go further? Said My Will Would Be Done. You're a slow-learner. I Am Legion. (x4)
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Altar (Produced by Notebook.) 03:50
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Touching on you is like I’m feeling Heaven. This is body-to-body-electric that we’re sendin’. Speaking silent languages, but we still get the message. Bite on your neck. “If I Was Your Vampire” intentions. Hand to my throat. I love the fire in your aggression. Burned at the stake you wrote my name on, and it's a blessin’. My teeth leaving marks on the flesh that covers where your chest is. Just to let your heart know: it belongs to me. I made the barcode. Owned and never bought, though. (Hook): You call me your God, and I pray at your altar. Worship at your knees, and you give me your honor. We… We don't need a thing. I don't know what's out there, but I know you're here with me, and I believe. (x2) Lady, you really taste sweet. Opened your casing, and I have overindulged. Overindulged... Lady, I know I may seem a little racy, but you're the one that chauffeured impulses that I won't just repulse. Hand to my throat. I love the fire in your aggression. Burned at the stake you wrote my name on, and it's a blessin’. My teeth leaving marks on the flesh that covers where your chest is. Just to let your heart know: Nobody but me could make a stronghold that can last as long, though. (Hook): You call me your God, and I pray at your altar. Worship at your knees, and you give me your honor. We… We don't need a thing. I don't know what's out there, but I know you're here with me, and I believe. (x2) Lady, you really taste sweet. Opened your casing, and I have overindulged. Overindulged... (Hook): You call me your God, and I pray at your altar. Worship at your knees, and you give me your honor. We… We don't need a thing. I don't know what's out there, but I know you're here with me, and I believe. (x2)
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Bouquet of Morose (Produced by Notebook.) 03:23
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(Intro) Bitter and cold. I should have let you know. Some perfect image I wove, sewn, then sold… Told you that I don't care, although deep down somewhere… It was there. (Hook): I've done made Love a Nightmare. I've done made Love a Nightmare. I bought you a bouquet, of my apologies today. I bought you a bouquet, of my hopes that you stay. Insecure little boy. Immature. I need to give you more… than this tension in my core. Of me, I don’t want you to be unsure. It's just clear that you're all mine. Possessive and obscure to a fault. I've... (Hook): I've done made Love a Nightmare. I've done made Love a Nightmare. I bought you a bouquet, of my apologies today. I bought you a bouquet, of my hopes that you stay. Understand my pain. You feel the same. Your skin belongs to my hands. Knife on the nightstand, if that is what would make you okay. (Outro): I bought you a bouquet, of my apologies today. I bought you a bouquet...
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Disassociation (Produced by Notebook.) 03:11
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I'm a bit neurotic. Ever since a toddler, had a twisted logic. Carl Jung couldn't shift the rotten, unfitted psyche that has slipped unconscious. It's demonic; Freudian deposits. Psychotherapy could spot it. Narcissism and Gnosticism mixed with Nihilistic doctrines… Sitting pretty with a millimeter to my driftin’ noggen. I would cover the room in all-black; scenery as dim as heart is. Still as Gothic as the inner-walling of a Temple. Honest. I've done caught the spirit; offered a part of me that I can't live with gone. Disassociated face. Pendulum that's made to swing. I would use that shit to hang… but this brain's a noose from day to day. (x2) Scream Therapy. My halo leaks kerosene and bleeds terribly. Lit match against the streams. Each sclera seems… like a Black-Hole Sun. My Sound Garden's full of treachery. Rest in Peace to Chris Cornell. He was telling me. Bipolar Hybrid Theories. Chester felt the enemy. I heard the message that you sent before your exiting. No one gets the complexities that depression leaves. Pains of realism and higher thought. I'm exhausted. Violent parts… I've been cautious of the diagnostic. Personality-splits. The sides don't cross. I'm a liar offering solid truth from a six-sided coffin; full of life, embalmed. Paradoxical head-space. Upright, but I'm dead-weight… My Animus is animate. Speaking to me… My Animus is animate. Speaking to me… (Elizabeth): Build your dream, I'll judge you with it. Reality: I won't permit it. Dreams to nightmares, watch me twist it. Project it back until you get it. (Hook): Disassociated face. Pendulum that's made to swing. I would use that shit to hang… but this brain's a noose from day to day. (x2) My Animus is animate. Speaking to me… My Animus is animate. Speaking to me…
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The Lamb of God (Produced by Notebook.) 02:29
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Anti. Anti. sacrificed on crosses in a practice I'm appalled with... some Craft that high-exalted ones enact and like to watch split... me down the middle; Right In Two. I guess I'm Maynard James. I spiral out into the Lake of Flames. They know I will drown; abused and shamed - vital power skewed and made constrained. the same estranged kind of cruelty, it's safe to say... that Yahweh had tasted. My palms stay in placement. The rods break away skin. God's "grace" is tainted. Where's your mercy for the nescient? It's disturbing the neglect we get. Your proverbial aggression is... a deadly sin. I am the Lamb. I am the Lamb of God... Crucified. I am the Lamb. I am the Lamb of God... Dissected like Science. My chest is pried; widened. Why stitch it? Shine lenses right by them watchers. They see it anyway. Desensitized and preemptive. I can't make a promise. Been 24 years of attempting my escape. It's constant. Nobody hears you under the first-floor, 'cause the church-doors and the Bell's Toll is a plate-shift to the Earth's core. They're all lost. A Holocaust... torture-chamber full of smog... Never slaving to a cause... Trust is but a dangerous resolve. Proverbial aggression is a deadly sin. (Hook) Anti. Anti.
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Death 00:47
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Carpe Noctem.

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released October 31, 2018

Production, Engineering, and Songwriting by Notebook. Credit to Danny Void for the Album Artwork (www.dannyvoid.com)

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Notebook. Morgantown, West Virginia

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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