RΔVE CITY

by Notebook.

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"Welcome to RΔVE CITY..."

Video for the first single ("Transience"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=uk7V2IeRGXo

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released September 24, 2013

Credit goes to Cricketsmakemath (www.cricketsmakemath.com) for the production on "Jimi Hendrix's Room," EndlessBeats (www.chrisvetranoartwork.com) for collaborating on the production for Track 1, and Execute Effect (www.facebook.com/ExecuteEffect) for the artwork.

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Notebook. Clayton, New Jersey

With a niche for bridging the gaps between unusual elements among the music-spectrum, it's undeniable that Notebook is providing one of the most unique listening-experiences yet. Notebook. is pioneering a sound that is as much Universal as it is Abstract; carving out his space in a wide array of genres at once. Tune in and catch the wave. ... more

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Track Name: The Secret of Mona Lisa (Produced by Notebook & EndlessBeats)
Aaliyah:
"I just touched down
Quarter after two
I know it's late
I'm calling you
Tryin' to figure if I can come see you
Can I come see you?"

wound eraser moving faders; when I compose, I'm doing favors
for the youth to take the fruit and taste the gold infused and wait
for the mood-deranger / lucid gamer, using paper
to turn this room into a booty-shaking show - I knew it'd make you
dance; don't think, that should be no-brainer
wrap the kush and drag it once, then magically we float
save your soul, and feel good for the way that it can't be seen
but, it's so crazy; it makes your whole zone flavored with the vapor
they say this is your savior and I think that if you take her,
embrace her, the vibration in this club is in for a dangerous spin
reminiscent of MDMA with a mix of lysergic
hippie-flip, get twisted 'til your eyes hurt
and fly for the sky, kiss the lips of anybody searching
for the right time to confide in somebody body-surfing
call it strange love, but it's like we just found some kind of purpose
intertwined with our minds conversing

telepathic touch. everlasting love.
we fell and can't get up any higher, but they don't get it yet
dripping sweat from what we just discovered
we'll tell them by keeping it undercover (x2)

pack a bowl. abracadabra / intergalactic tone
Beastie Boy from back in the alley, kicking the baddest flows
had them going "damn" when they sat and listened, but that's some old shit
now they're dancing and happy with hits of acid close
feeling fantastic when the nights over
every show's a blind-folder; better close your eyes, glowing lights
high-roller; gamble and let the chips rise
this is for the skin-tight skinny-jean wearing chicks
tryna' see God in a genre of musical healing
delivering your body an unusual feeling
feel it; then radiate it to the neighbor next to you
make this festival a wave of sensual and sexual
energy; a melting-pot of sensitive and elemental medicine
pharmaceuticals can't do what this will do
call it strange love, but it's like we just found some kind of purpose
Virgin Mary's beloved light is working

(Hook)
Track Name: Transience (Produced by Notebook)
(intro)

no more radio, no more television, no internet
no more thinking, no more of anything getting in your head
everybody is so afraid of it til you're giving in
take it all away and just tell me how it does feel to let go
of you and me, truthfully
we lose it all beautifully
if I was you, and you were me
this is who we'd be, this is who we'd be
I cannot explain it, but hey, I don't really need to
don't fight it, I promise you can go, kill your sweet tooth
for the old news, what you knew before this union; I'll prove that
it's just a room for improvement for
you and me, truthfully
we lose it all beautifully
if I was you, and you were me
this is who we'd be, this is who we'd be

I seen Love at first sight at the fork in the road
I went right, and god damn, I'm so (high)

no more radio, no more television, no internet
no more thinking, no more of anything getting in your head
everybody is so afraid of it til you're giving in
take it all away and just tell me how it does feel to let go
you and me, truthfully
we lose it all beautifully
if I was you, and you were me
this is who we'd be, this is who we'd be
no one can save us; over the ledge and we're going away
once the motionless ocean's up to the neck and there's no escape
acceptance; then we get the key to step in the door
free to live on, better than never before; no more
you and me, truthfully
we lose it all beautifully
if I was you, and you were me
this is who we'd be, this is who we'd be

(Hook)

lose control, we lose control
I hopped on that path and I'm cruising, yo
crash-dummy, they act funny when you're whipping it like this
and living is priceless 'cause this is what life is
no seatbelts when the street's all clear
things are all good and nothing seems wrong here
awesome; we're off that and on this still
trill; let it ride and go in for the kill

we're getting so...
Track Name: Romanticism (Produced by Notebook)
(intro)

pardon my ego while I dance with the devil and party with evil
it's cinematic, so bring all of your people
starting a freaking riot so far from just peaceful
screams echo off the wall like a damn gothic cathedral
getting it in like it's the Rennaisance era
and Julius Caesar's home; pallbearers bring a ring and a tall chair to sit on
crown made of thorns and a glass of water; man, I'll tell ya', it's about to be all terror
Hell's about to break loose when the rhythm begins
windows tinted, marble floor stained with whiskey, my friends
and city-dwellers, ladies and gentleman
rebellious men and women; are we sinners or existentialists?
everybody's living like tomorrow's promised
but, we call the shots and we'll repeat this 'til it's all forgotten
going hard for life and death won't even stop it; hot-shit in the coffin
moshing with these crosses across the front of our garments

I guess Heaven's looking heavily distorted
But, when life is what you make it, who's the artist?
Freak shit, lights dim; yeah, you know that we get
busy when the modern-folk live like Kings and Queens, bitch (x2)

snatch your crown when I'm acting out; smashing glass, no Greek wedding
yo, please step in so I can keep sending ya'll back to black,
Amy said it; rest in peace while I lend 'em armageddon
they never thought I'd get this pissed; expect the unexpected
make a mess of all your fetishes - God-complex
don't walk in my fellowship unless you're rough, raw and reckless
and I don't want respect; I want a check for 3 mill
for being the most underrated genius to ever speak
still get 'em bouncing like bass on the speakers, heavy-sounding shit
excuse me while I glorify how fresh my outfit is;
all of ya'll are counterfeit , and I'm done hiding it
this time I'm putting the bar so high that nobody can climb to it
romantic mannerism
anarchism brought satanic panic back again the way my fucking plan is kicking in
materialism with a twist for the night
put a fist to the sky. sleep don't exist 'til the end of it

and if we should die, Heaven will be heavily distorted
But, when life is what you make it, who's the artist?
Freak shit, lights dim; yeah, you know that we get
busy when the modern-folk live like Kings and Queens, bitch (x2)

(outro)
Track Name: Jimi Hendrix's Room (Produced by Cricketsmakemath)
"reminisce Hendrix here..."

Feel reality here
Kills the bad in me
If I have to leave this experimental / sentimental scene
before the beauty settles right in my skin, I'll kiss the lips of it
We float like ghosts,
a party full of souls always goes unknown.
But, God, we keep on grooving, we keep on grooving
Angels with their septums pierced tattoo'd from neck to ear.
It's such a psychedelic feel
reminisce Hendrix here...

Inside, I breathe
The numb, the calm
Mending me together, but I'm crushed, dissolved
Trance.
Two-step of my fears as they dance.
Hold my hand and can we skip away, where the flowers made of pain leave us stained?
Hold my hand and can we skip away, where the flowers made of pain leave us Perfectly Insane.

"reminisce Hendrix here..."

Let's marinate in this acid
Wear these faces like plastic
Celebrate within tragedy and find fashion.
In a place where, if you dare, if you care,
the mist within the air is stuck in your lungs
What you touch is not there
Fantasy's reality.
These monsters form into family
Drink cups of dreams and soothe stomachs
So lucid, so clueless; we don't want one
Our veins and blood pause and circulate the sub-conscious
It's blood.
A drug, never untouched.
Astronauts covered in blood
with smiles in a World so lush, lush

(Hook)

(Bridge to Outro)
Track Name: Belial (Produced by Notebook)
what's a King to a God but a fraud with hate in his heart?
no peace; you are lost in a world full of crowns and swords
battling, making up sounds of war
psychological product of forfeiting your conscience
science got 'em for a bit of profit
diabolic shock to the thing that we call a brain
this is fate; much more than we can stop to think
in a limited space, so I dig in the crates
and bring it to them to relate to and give it away
straight sending currents in a pattern
surges in your skull, converted into matter
imperfect went perfect when I turned into a shadow
lurking through a shattered land, perching on a ladder
climb up to the socket and plug yourself in
they told me sink or swim and then I fell in

and I can barely crawl
come and chill where the air is off
weed-smoke in our lungs, no care at all
my generation's a problem that can't be solved
yeah, it can't be solved, we're tryna' let man evolve
that fire, they fan it off
it ain't stopping, ramble on..

what's a King to a God but a fraud with hate in his heart?
no peace; you are lost in a world full of crowns and swords
symphonies made up of sounds of war
mouth so sore - they talk and don't listen
It's wrong, I know when the white chalk is marked,
they won't flip it; the prideful can't stop
so, they try to slide through when nobody's paying attention, though
my centerfold is unimaginable
radical plan to come and shut the fucking carrier closed
what's a demon to a devil but an angel
that saves you by telling you to save yourself?
my angle ain't the same; I'm a danger
mentally unstable' medicine to stay cool?
nah, I do it to prove
we're through with the bull, so cool when we move

(Hook) x2

(Bridge)

we're gonna' live this time
yeah, this time again; so long, so long, so long
we always survive,
and I'm not even trying,
no lying, nobody's buying it
nuh uh, nobody's buying it
I ain't lyin'...