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skylines | nightvibes

by Notebook.

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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)
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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...
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)

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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

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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