skylines | nightvibes

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Without question, "skylines | nightvibes" gives you and yours a fresh dose of spacial, psychedelic, melodic, mind-bending experimental Hip-Hop. Following up from his last self-produced project ("The Collage EP"), Notebook takes those easily-recognizable moments of tripped-out intimacy and expands upon them, creating auras that pull you into an entirely new headspace. Witness it first-hand, and be sure to share the experience...

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released April 5, 2013

All production, mixing, and mastering done by Notebook. Artwork credit goes to Execute Effect (www.facebook.com/ExecuteEffect). Credit also goes to Romy Croft for her vocals on "Sacred."

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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 Afterparty (Produced by Notebook)
Two-step rhythm while I party with the ghosts
Caught up in the sickness like it's all we ever know
Blank stare at the ceiling as we talk in whispered tones
Half-gone, oxycontin in our nose
Watch us living careless and exposed
like the skeleton of Marilyn Monroe
Windows blackened out with dark paint
and tape so never ever gets to stare into our zone
Cigarette smoke and blues,
weak bones and booze as we float and move
Slow the mood and keep hold with two hands
No one knew this sweet soul could groove and,
do whatever when the moment set-in-stone
No strings attached or excessive phone calls
My closeted secret,
zombie that sleeps to the lies of a pretense
Solumnly weeps, but a bong full of weed
and a bottle of skotch keeps her calm 'til the weekend
Our shadows haunt
within their shallow hearts again and again
Sickens their mind for the evening; vagabonds that bare a cross
to never leave or escape this romance
Go hard like we ain't got no chance
In hell to ever do it again,
like we even have a little fucking clue when it ends
It doesn't, the turntable fades and comes back in and plays the same
song
It makes us stay longer and play this game
stronger and claim our fame, party, and pray that they won't know

Let's dance. Hold onto my hand.
Life hasn't been this beautiful
I just wanted you to know:
We don't gotta' live to have a good time.
This is just a little sign that we're alive (x2)

Seratonin mixed in a centerfold of sickness
Letting go of stress, no sense of soul imprisoned
They'll never know the depths we go within it
Vibe out to Depeche Mode to fit this
lo-fi, down-tempo aura; slow ride of bliss and horror
No type of shit they're calling normal; I know I'm a misfit, caught up
it's new and I don't want to give it back yet
It's a sad mess, but my mistress in her black dress
skinny and dead, pale skin and bad breath
isn't that ready to live her last precious night
on the hanger to die; slave to the cave and the faded design,
I wait for the day to escape in this life, and delay all the hiding we bathe in and cry
The cosmos fall, the comets are followed by a pot-smoke fog
I'm so lost; ego disappearing like an angel in the Sun on a charcoal floor
The song don't pause; no way it'll all go wrong
These waves that our hearts float on can take us today in a calm snowstorm; so, god, hold on
They don't approve of this relationship, our unity
They think the kid is losing it, insanely living through his dreams
Well, they can come and write their names within our eulogy
Death is an illusion, there's no matrix between you and me

(Hook)

(Outro)
Track Name: Archangel (Produced by Notebook)
old souls want to go back home...

a loner eating acid in his room
slowly being captured in the mood
go to sleep to see the ocean scene of amethyst and blue
I can't dismiss the view; it has me and it's true
matchstick-stricken hue and it's pretty on the inside
I could make a crystal ball of this sky
Sit tight in the wind and foggy mist
as it skips across my skin and leaves a little mark of insight
Like, this is all you ever need here
Sleeping on the canvas and applaud November's sweet tears
make portraits full of sad art
It's priceless but they'll buy it soon for half-off
A penny to a million isn't really that indifferent
significance in irridescent picture-set experiments
I hear the arch-angel ambience
whispers say the heartbreak is transient
Coffin made and hardcased to stand in it
hand-imprint from every face I haven't kissed
before deciding to escape into the dream
"patience, if you please - I'll be back to make the distance easy.."

Nightmares'll seem beautiful at nighttime
ghost made of kerosene glooming in your blindsight
said I'd never go and label you a widow
touching on your arm while you're gazing through a window (x2)

So, don't worry, I'm closer than you think
while you vomit, stomach tightened, bending over at the sink
Focusing and thinking maybe it was your fault (no)
Your loss, but don't ever blame your poor, lost soul
standing on the edges of a elevated slate
hyperventaling in a meditative state
heaven paved the way; I bent the chained-up gate
dissociated on a better plane, I stray
away, swimming in the psychedelic waves of grace
imagination makes this empty space so great
Blank canvases and possibility
faith analyst, brain catalyst
dusty halos and rusted payphones
and it hurts my gut to say so (say so)
I go ahead and try to grab your arm and hold you
then go through your body and fall below you (unseen)
Coffin made and hardcased to stand in it
hand-imprint from every face I haven't kissed
before deciding to escape into the dream
"patience, if you please - I'll be back to make the distance easy.."

Nightmares'll seem beautiful at nighttime
ghost made of kerosene glooming in your blindsight
said I'd never go and label you a widow
touching on your arm while you're gazing through a window (x2)

Admiring this angel's vibrant skin-tone
No hesitation as I take you by the wristbone
I guess it's safe to say it's time to get home
where the dead live and their vacant lives are blissful
I'm still here; just speaking through a filter
this is what it's like to turn a scream into a whisper
I miss you much, and I'm so baffled
But, this is love's chapel...
Track Name: Cigarettes (Produced by Notebook)
Cigarette and my coffee break; sit content with my autumn day
Listenin' to that Morrissey, I disconnect and I'm on my way
I'm on my way; living dead in my thoughts today
Bliss and Heaven my thoughts create; kiss the neck of that warm embrace
and call her babe as if she's all that keeps my heart in place
you brought me fate as soon as Winter left and I lost my faith
and when Summer danced away right along with Spring
oh, you know I can't explain why you're all I need
I'm caught between the art of letting go and holding close
lungs of tar and weed but even episodes of overdose
could never slow this soulful romance; we don't dance
but, wait and stick together 'til the solstice goes
You're so disclosed, secretive in every way it seems
I take you in, but you kill me as the days proceed
and I don't care if you're that filthy, wearing maybelline
I take the risk so I can wait and see, see

Kill me slow, while my body's filled with smoke
tryna' find my angel in a blizzard in a inch of snow
When it metls away, I guess I'm just a misanthrope
Even when it fades, I'm wishing I could feel your hold
Kill me slow, while my body's filled with smoke
tryna' find my angel in a blizzard in a inch of snow
When it metls away, I guess I'm just a misanthrope
Even when it fades, even when it fades...

Overwhelming empathy (empathy)
Open cell to set me free (set me free)
I saw comfort when my soul had felt dependency
but, it was chains around the bones that let me spread my wings
I lost amphetamines then found the caffeine
Newport living in an evil town of bad dreams
It's what happens when I can't decide, losing sight
1960's style; black-and-white hue for life
Pale, dark, and no color, but it feels awesome and covered
with a blanket of security; I sail off and go under
There, gone in my slumber - melancholic peace
slept with my disease, now she's never gonna' leave
Oh so mended at the edges, I can't sever off the fingers
you're a clinger and I love it, though I'm better off indeed
Box 100's is a scent I often breathe
They tell me you're the devil; I just let you calm and ease me

(Hook)

I just can't get enough...

(Hook)
Track Name: Courtney Love's Room (Produced by Notebook)
red lipstick and a nicotine scent
eloquent hips in her skinny jeans
yet she's confident with a little regret
sitting in her dressing room with every bit of green spent
on cocaine lines for the runway show
love takes hope for the lust, they know,
but, the fame's enough to be skin-and-bones
every day she cuts to keep in the zone
displays her trust for these picture-phones
the way she struts to keep it composed
unknown to the world; a mysterious secret
dedicated to the fear and it pleases her
I'm attracted to the attitude that she presents
my weakness is her weaknesses in her heart that she glued to her sleeve and it's
so damn sexy, baby.
those tattoos and that black hair amaze me.
I'll stop it all if you promise that you'll take me,
derange me and make me so goddamn fucking crazy
addicted, unable to keep some distance, erase me
I lose myself and drown inside your image lately
It's weird but I don't know why
Don't go keeping your soul disguised
I guess I see what you've got to hide
I've got what you need just to calm your mind..

She said, "you're not my boy. I'm not your toy.
You've got me all wrong; let's call it all off."
I said, "wait; let me slow it down, yeah slow it down."
I said, "wait, let tonight be the night, be the night my dreams come true (x2)

your kind is arrogant, self-centered
Hell's embers in your irises of vibrance
blinded by this crisis; following spotlight
hollow inside but so alive and kind of righteous
find this letter on your window with a kiss
listen; look into my innocent abyss
I understand why you're digging in your wrist
I want to be the band-aid pinned up to your skin
the pills you crush and drugs that make your nose bleed
hold me close to shake the old scene
overdose on faith and codeine
and slowly throw the pain in low-key..
tones, I feel your pain
need healing and stillness to fill the shame
this four-walled room, let's build a flame
even if that guilt remains
so damn sexy, baby
they can't do what you do, it's so amazing
I'll stop it all if you promise that you'll take me,
derange me, enslave me, unlock you with the safe key
addicted, unable to keep some distance, erase me
I lose myself and drown inside your image lately
It's weird but I don't know why
Don't go keeping your soul disguised
I guess I see what you've got to hide
I've got what you need and I would not lie..

She said, "you're not my boy. I'm not your toy.
You've got me all wrong; let's call it all off."
I said, "wait; let me slow it down, yeah slow it down."
I said, "wait, let tonight be the night, be the night my dreams come true (x2)
Track Name: The Void (Produced by Notebook)
baby, can we go
take me to the stairway and maybe we can float
we don't need no drugs, but if you want some, then okay
my third eye, your third eye
we gaze...

the floor was getting comfortable until I grew a wing
became an arc-angellic partial-hellish fill-in to the dream we paint
I'd feed my fate this poison potion from a tree of snakes
see the way the demons make a heathen of a sleeping saint?
now that he's awake, the magick's in his hands
re-construct reality without an action or a plan
Alan Moore's assistant; dancing on the limits
category shifting in this acid-wash and denim
sweatshirt, cigarette, half-nostalgic grin
printed on my facial features 'cause the past is all dismissed
phantasmagoric esoteric psychedelic space
happily on the edge of melting my compelling face
It's funny how we can design our own poverty
observing what is instead of our mind's inner odyssies
I'm binded by light and holographic quantum hypocrisies
I give a thought in exchange for another hollow scene

and it's (all for nothing)
don't think I don't know...

sometimes I'm sick of this place; sit and I wait
for the end of our days, meditating and getting away
to re-align with that innocent grace and transcend
ascending my inner; I'm ready for that imminent date
find my fate right with Mayan calender
wrote it with them inside a cavern, smoking 'til my eyes were slanted
word; wasting time 'cause it doesn't exist
I'll never see myself as much as I've come to forget
who I am, what it is, and what it means
the love exceeds interpretation, making me so fucking weak
cutting deeper than a scalpal dragged across and underneath
the body of skin; this cavity I've come to peace with
but, never was scared to up and leave it
the astral plane is pretty everywhere I jump and sink in
the deep-end; not waving, I'm saying goodbye
baby, the angels are pulling me to the manger of light
see you there..

(hook)

(intro x2)
Track Name: Placebo (Produced by Notebook)
he's drowning in his skin
he's dying, sick, and silent; stripping down his innocense
skeletal-bone gloom; this Hell is a home
selling his soul to the half-dead perfectionist broke view
of how the glass should look to the beholder
newport smoke's another cushion for the slow burn
speed pills for the staving of the hunger
manufactured smile just to face his lovely mother
and it hurts; vile, but the rain and what the thunder brings
is love disguised as Satan undercover
sitting in dark rooms admiring his ribcage
machinist, sleeping like he's lying within his grave
no movement shown; no sign of hope
a slow ride of sickness and hate
so, they feed him what they said would be a cure
but, behind this lifeless puppet is the medicine, I'm sure

Lie to me again
I'm staring through a window pane and trying to pretend
this pill could give me Heaven if I buy into the trick
and leave me dining with these thirsty vampires full of sin
bite into my neck and drink the blood before it turns red
siphon me to death and leave me lifeless on the furnace
but, I'll never be the idiotic victim
slipping out of consciousness and dying living

It's the aquarius-era shift to a dimension of gardens & gloomy
foggy but soothing, you're playing your part in the movie
so we travel through rivers, bashing these instrument gavels
mimicing the theme of a mythical chapel
swimming in flatter and moody miracle pastures
vibing out to down-tempo & jazz tunes
packing bowls and rapping flows
playing melodies and progression keys on a black & old piano roll
I'm sitting, staring through hazy cornea eyeballs
pyramids form, painting sorcery signs on
your mind's wall through magical math axiom acts
the sky's cracking in half pouring amethyst gas
I see the science of spirit in the cavern of man
crashing the land of the damned in metallicus cans
when the end hits, who's gonna' be the one to defend this
beast wrapped up in dead skin back to the dust it rests in

(Hook)

Lie to me mindlessly
Kill my soul, silently
No one knows, but I can see
through the game
who's to blame? (x2)

Hands up for the unapologetic
for the "fuck you" dialect we keep uncovered by the second
Thumbs up for the love we've got invested
through this fucking music, knowing nothing might contest it
Hands up for the unapologetic
for the "fuck you" dialect we keep uncovered by the second
middle fingers cocked and ready to blow,
breaking free from that negative hold, let it be known

(Hook)
Track Name: 1963 (Produced by Notebook)
caught in amazement; brought to a place
where we all sit and gaze in an awkward occasion
lost in a great bliss
a silent song that we play for the monsters and mavens
join in and save yourself
take one in and take it well
then melt in the glory of breaking a spell
so swell; the allure of escaping a shell
Right here, I will never leave again
So far gone; settling within
Heaven in a evergreen, whatever Eden is
It's in my head when I enter the abyss
looking for some beautiful and found it in me
no more blood on the crown of the Queen
lips now touch on the mouth of a King
Found true love through a doubtable fling
Drifting away in a psychedelic peace
eyes could never see or find a better theme
So, I sit in the comfort of the dissonance
first time that I wondered like a kid again
innocent; new eyes on life
staring at a holographic krylon sky
let bygones fly with the wind
slide off my skin to the wall and shatter right on sight
Beautiful day, unusual night
One with the void; losing my mind
and I couldn't be as happy as I am right now
tuning the dial and moving through life
It's like I lived it all in some way
and I'm going blind-folded lost in some waves
Some say I should ride back home,
but I don't know....

One hit, two hit, then you go
deeper down that rabbit-hole
If you didn't, now you know
Lucy, how I love you so
Lucy, how I love you so
Yeah..
Holding on, letting go
Slipping through, getting close
here we are, set the tone
chill and let the rest unfold...
deeper down the rabbit hole
Let it flow and just take it slow..

Harmony brought to the party scene
I can't fall in the dark of the artistry
every thought that I conjur is all pristine
through kaleidoscope eyes of geometry
so clear with diction, embedded in my brain
everything is nothing in a neverending game
the secrets, I guess, make you heavily insane
but, I'd rather be out of it than to settle for the same
thing, that keeps you from Nirvana
and right now, it sleeps within my heart but
in this place, the demons come in prada
kiss my neck and cheek, it's such a hot rush
My subconscious is cleaned out
staring at the world through the mind of a sweet child
so new, no clue of who I am, what this is, but I'm rocking a cheap smile
worth a million bucks
Now, is that enough or really too much?
Soul burning like the bottom of a cigarette butt
starstruck by the feeling of infinity's touch
sipped from the cup of divinity once
now it's half-full, so I'm filling it up
once again; re-attach my wings
fly away bleeding apathy
liberated, ripped the chains and lived to say it
died that day, but existed somehow
this is Lovesounds mixed with Adele for if you come down
a slowjam futuristic profound
music trip to get you up, out
Some say I should ride back home,
but I don't know....

(Hook)
Track Name: Sacred (feat. Romy Croft) (Produced by Notebook)
Temple, Pyramid
My case-closed;
but, let go when I say so
Please, baby, unchain me

I'm covered in wet snow
let go of the comfort that set hold
under the headstone the shutter presents soul
awake, and wait for the Mother to enclose
misconceptions embedded in the essence
where the mirrors tell you nothing but a sentence of arrestment
there's something under dead skin
that shows life beneath blood & breath its
what they mention when they say nothing and quit
talking, thoughtless; but, we pretend
that silence doesn't speak and try to touch and please your mind
we can dine, drink the wine or sink and die; it's tempting to bleed and cry
and feel empty; December, January
sit in the cold that winter carries; this gift, it can get scary
buried; I try to stay faithful
invisible life that craves breakthrough
I trust you; but, separation makes me able
to say I hate you; distraction, a way unstable contraption
machine, aging not lasting; it's weak, aching and cracking
this dream weighs on its back 'til his knees cave in and shatter
disease preys in a pattern and keeps safe in the attic
You're Sacred...

(Hook)

the light is how my body stays christened
locked away, prisoned; modern-day mystic
I wore the eye of Horus
died to morph into a more divine proportion
the dark of my soul
I'm forgiving, waiting as the face of karma unfolds
lay my arc in the ocean and taking off of the coast
marvelous, and I'll be caught in the flow
with ghosts and dwellers who show their stellar glow, majestic
I'm cold and breathless; a hopeful jesture as I show attendance; slowly step in
they said this ceremony was a burial
and it seems like everybody is scared to go
beware the grip, let it go
free yourself, let death be known
step right in and feel that hold
this is home; the welcome zone
peel back all that flesh and bone
get comfortable; two-step & roam
get accustomed to
this thing, and bust a move
don't ruin the vibe with nothing new
we don't really need any drugs or booze
all we really need is love in-tune
we broke it all apart for the fun, but soon
we'll bring it back together if you want this to
forget about division and the ugly bruises
let's burn the temple down; become light and return to it for now
we can play this game again if you think it's too Sacred

(hook)

your body's a temple (x4)