Vanity

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released January 1, 2017

Artwork by Danny Void (www.dannyvoid.com). All Production, Engineering, Songwriting, and Recording by Notebook. Additional vocals by Shaquan on Track 8 (www.soundcloud.com/shaquanmusic).

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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: Neon Hades (Produced by Notebook.)
(Intro)

cornea black from looking your way.
why would you go? I want you to stay.
eat me alive. I'll give you a plate.
whatever you do, don't leave me to waste.
down to the bone, I'm being detained.
I'm the only rebel content with being your slave.
making it fast, 'cause I don't like to wait.
drag me below. forget a higher-place.

fascinated by the end of everything.
apprehensive to existence and I'll never cling.
empty collection of heads I was meant to bring,
but I carried in my own because the context was bleek.
I don't know if God's tempting me,
or if the Adversary wants to cause entropy.
My senses eat at themselves. I am the Pulse of the Maggots.
Hiding under the mulch with this ugly sulk from the Madness.


this dismal palace is making it hard to inhale.
deep breath. won't plead yet.
is this what peace is? because I'm in pieces...

death must be peaceful.
such a headrush I need, too. I'll rest in a red-tux and bleed through,
and form a puddle beneath my bed; what a dream.
I won't even break a sweat once the evils drug my drink,
and I sip the poison with the biggest grin.
The kind of smile I'd give as a child. It was missin',
but it's funny how it takes me slipping into Grim to get it.
positive and negative. swallowing a sedative.
goblin in a dress with lips painted black.
gothic iridescence. I'm awfully repressive,
sinister, and hollow. this is Halloween. irregular composition.
Heaven sent a doll with pins still pressed in it. all I see's reflective of me.
I'm appalled, and seeing testaments and revelations.
dusk and dawn is setting in.
something calm and delicate that cuts apart my cells and digs.
underneath the grass is my shell, and all is eloquent.

this dismal palace is making it hard to inhale.
deep breath. won't plead yet.
is this what peace is? because I'm in pieces...

the grim-reaper's got to be the cryptkeeper.
chamber full of secrets' why I hold the skeleton-key for...
painters recreating depth, I say to make it deeper -
so I can analyze the details of your disdained amoeba.
a new euphoric schism. contorted organism.
I adore your discordanance. You're eurythmic,
in a way that's non-proportionate. Abstraction...
carve me out a gorge, so I can lay within your black-chasm.
grim tales from a grimoire.
impartially sit and watch film-noir;
an indifference I failed to amend,
so they sail to condemn and impale what I'm in for...
on a daily basis 'til I'm frail and agin'
I don't tell my story, or "For Sale" the pages.
all my friends are dead, and I nailed the coffins...
rather isolate than grow ail to save 'em.
I said...

this dismal palace is making it hard to inhale.
deep breath. won't plead yet.
is this what peace is? because I'm in pieces...
Track Name: Horror Film (Produced by Notebook.)
Pacts and Vows.
We laugh aloud.
She's that profound.
Fingers on my cracking Crown.
Singing to the Crows
Singing to the Crows
Keep it on the Low.

I love when you look dead in your eyes.
Come and put your flesh against mine.
We can bury ourselves if you like.
They won't find us.
Haunted.
Flaunt it, girl.
Horror Film.
What's the deal? Give me the chills.
Goosebumps cover my skin.
Cut across my palm. Forgive me for I've sinned...
Hand me the knife and I'll do yours.
Devotion and Commotion. The Excitement is Alluring.
We can't run away and that is surely...
because we keep exchanging our gore.
I kiss your cheek, and then we lay out on the floor.
Pupils turn grey. What a first date.

We belong, in our arms.
If you fall, I'll be there. We'll be...
Haunted.
Flaunt it, girl.
Horror Film.
What's the deal?

It's easier for me to forget your face than it is to play your wicked games.
I've been betrayed. It's not a thing to switch up off this little phase.
I listen in and there's indifference when we syncopate...
Lights flickering every time we let our rhythm break.
Give my heart out with a string attached, in case I need to yank it back.
I'm just relaying facts. Baby, I'm insane. You act...
as if you're anything else.
It's like our remedy. That's why we're still consenting and well. Well...
Goosebumps cover my skin.
Cut across my palm. Forgive me for I've sinned...
Hand me the knife and I'll do yours.
Devotion and Commotion. The Excitement is Alluring.
We can't run away and that is surely...
because we keep exchanging our gore.
I kiss your cheek, and then we lay out on the floor.
Pupils turn grey. What a first date.

We belong, in our arms.
If you fall, I'll be there. Will you?
Haunted.
Flaunt it, girl.
Horror Film;
What's the deal?
Track Name: Black Diamond (Produced by Notebook.)
(Intro)

I want to buy my lady a ring with a black diamond.
Won't even gaze at what the price is. To this day, there's nothing like it.
Some would say it's dull and lifeless; but I'd trade a couple vices...
just to have it. The signs get us romancin'.
I could die at such a lavish jewel, but that'd be tragic...
'cause I'd rather see you smilin' when it's handed. Silent Love from Famished,
and damaged goods. We're fixed to be bad.
Craving dissonance. Juxtapositional clashin'.
We feel so in alignment with an intimate trance.
Why wouldn't we wear this symbolism in drag?
We crossover when the ball is in our court.
Everything just glistens when we see the rain-shower's pour.
I think it's fine and gorgeous. You're some type of sorceress.
Let's pour some wine and dine in orchids full of red and black roses,
in hopes that no one will know of this formant.
I pray that they record it, before that short-clip gets distorted, 'cause...

This is not for eyes to see.
That is why we hide, and creep...
on the outside of scenes,
and make our own. (x2)

I want to buy my lady a ring with a black diamond,
and make sure she knows to see herself inside it,
and realize that she is priceless. I'm giving surprises.
Quite gifted and pious. Devoted to you. You're my religion.
The Christ I'm sittin' on my knees, tryna' get to give me a sign...
Was given, but only seen your body.
Are you an apparition? Oh, the climate shifted...
It's like I seen a ghost appear in the side of vision...
I met an angel. Even her shade glows.
From every angle, I see the rays show.
I think it's fine and gorgeous. You're some type of sorceress.
Let's pour some wine and dine in orchids full of red and black roses,
in hopes that no one will know of this formant.
I pray that they record it, before that short-clip gets distorted 'cause...

This is not for eyes to see.
That is why we hide, and creep...
on the outside of scenes,
and make our own.

"It's so swell. So swell...
Please, don't tell. Don't tell.
Don't tell..."
Track Name: Overdose (Produced by Notebook.)
give her a necklace out of neck-kisses.
you're precious and,
my impression is you are next to fit...
your palm in mine where the palm-trees fly in the wind.
from the night to the glimpse...of luminance.
How does it feel to heal?
I'm still fulfilled.

Take this pill. For real...
We'll just sit and chill.
this moment.
My soul is yours.
Just flow with it.
Water on the ocean. Party and Emotion.
All of it. Can you pardon me?
This aura's gotten far too deep.

Intoxicatin'.
Got my face numb.
It's the greatest drug.
I hope we take enough... (x2)

starin' at a Black Sun, meltin'...
headgear electro; in a Daft-Punk helmet.
I am selling you a dream that you can't pass up.
We are fiends to the madness. Sleep in it actually,
and has 'em questioning our sanity, but don't answer.
We'll leave them in the mystery that we bask in.
Simply laying in the sand with some shades,
fantasy in our glasses.

Take this pill. For real...
We'll just chill and film...
this moment.
My soul is yours.
Just flow with it.
Water on the ocean. Party and Emotion.
All of it. Can you pardon me?
This aura's gotten far too deep.

Intoxicatin'.
Got my face numb.
It's the greatest drug.
I hope we take enough... (x2)

They don't understand...
Track Name: Vanity (Produced by Notebook.)
(Intro)

Last night was way too lit. How did I make it?
I don't know. I'm unsure.
"Shouldn't be taking this." That's what they say,
but I'm a sinner, sinner. I'm a sinner, sinner.
I might be crazy, but it's better when you take the risk.
"Consequences = Non-Existent" way of livin'.
Momma', don't worry, I'll be okay tonight...
Don't be sentimental. Don't be sentimental.
I've done a lot of wrong, but I'm alRight.
Pour me up some whiskey with it on ice.
Yeah, I took a couple beans, right before I came.
All Vanity in my Bloodstream.

All Vanity in my Bloodstream.
Lately, I don't really know what Love means.
Dirty. Filthy. Ugly. Make it Unclean.
I can only be certain of one thing...

(Hook):
All our life has been Wasted.
That's why we get Wasted. (x2)
Why would we fight it, though?
Show me a good time fo' sho'.
Provide For Me.

Remaining shameless 'til the day I'm dead and nameless.
Why go slow? I'm impure...
On the fast-lane again. I see that it's unsafe,
but I'm a sinner, sinner. I'm a sinner, sinner.
I'm testing limits with a little drop of hope left.
It might be enough to get through the rough, but frankly, I have grown less...
careful with the motives. We're not scared to get atrocious.
They're scared I'll disappear, but the fear has left and it's set in-motion.

All Vanity in my Bloodstream.
Lately, I don't really know what Love means.
Dirty. Filthy. Ugly. Make it Unclean.
I can only be certain of one thing...

I'm a Sinner, Sinner... (x2)
Vanity. (x2)

(Hook):
All our life has been Wasted.
That's why we get Wasted. (x2)
Why would we fight it, though?
Show me a good time fo' sho'.
Provide For Me.

(Outro)
Track Name: Tired Eyes ( Produced by Notebook.)
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray that you won't forget of me.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray no one my soul to take.

I sink into the fallacies.
It's the only true reality.
Knock on my door, but no one's home.
The clocks are off. The phones are dead.
I've finally found Eternal Sleep.
Let me rest in my tragedy,
'cause all this chaos is baffling.
I'm so confused and no one knows.
I hoped for more, but I left with less -
so, I close my eyes and just hold my breath.

I'm tired. I'm tired.
Don't wake me when it's time.
And never whisper in my ear,
because I'm done with the lies. (x2)

brain dead. I wish to have my brain fed.
stare at baby-pictures with my face red. my exterior's stripped,
and can't be saved. The past was traded for this, and that's my day's end.
So lackadaisical. Pullin' daisies, but lack the happy-face I had...
so, how can I enjoy the act of play when...
it's all a play and my costume is ripped sadly faded?
Hurting everyone around me 'cause it's that contagious.
I'd apologize, but I can't contain it.
I'm back to hating. Back against a jagged pavement.
I cast away into a pond where fishes swim no more.
Take my air away. I'll take a jump and float with them for sure.
Dying young comes with such a disgustingly sick allure.
Spending all my funds on too much fun 'cause I did my chores.
Even though this shit was far beyond a hobby once.
Now, I just do it when I've got a hunch...

I'm tired. I'm tired.
Don't wake me when it's time.
And never whisper in my ear,
because I'm done with the lies. (x2)
Track Name: The Walking Dead (feat. Shaquan) (Produced by Notebook.)
(Intro)

Look what we've became. Nothing seems the same.
Back when we were young, it wasn't how it is today.
Don't know if I'd take it back, or revel in the change.
If I seen myself right now, I'd think I went insane.
Mom, your baby's off the hinges. Your baby's off the hinges.
We calm these thoughts with binges, then get back to the business.
I swear, I'll never listen. Won't stop until I'm missin'.
I'm falling for my sickness. There's no way I would fix it.

Give me a reason.
(Tell me what you're thinking.)
But, I don't need it.
(Wasting all your time.)
I am deranged.
(I am deranged.)
But, I'm still breathin'.
(The Walking Dead...)

(Shaquan):
Don’t get absorbed within the intricacies of the rhythms
As I record you listen impotently as a victim
Trapped in the floor expending energy fleeing a system
That locks you in doors you sit in similarly to a prison
And that prison is your mind in fact, You can listen and rewind it back
See this system is designed to snap, You to a prism in which time elapses
I’ve arisen to revise the tactics of A…
Realist amongst pretenders and lames
That you look over once you’re into the game
I’ve built a fortress in my zone, you cant enter the chains
My palace is major, your Fort is Minor, so Remember The Name.

I swear, I'll never listen. Won't stop until I'm missin'.
I'm falling for my sickness. There's no way I would fix it.

Give me a reason.
(Tell me what you're thinking.)
But, I don't need it.
(Wasting all your time.)
I am deranged.
(I am deranged.)
But, I'm still breathin'.
(The Walking Dead...)

(Break)

I'm in trouble, but getting comfortable...
Cuddle with nothin' loveable 'cause I'm not one that's gullible. Trick me?
I've been under the rubble, runnin' the covenant.
Guttin' my stomach just for the ugly fun of a sick scheme.
What would I do at a bit of a problematic call for causin' panic?
I'd go John Carpenter. I'm the Star in that flick -
Screen-write a movie-like start of action and pause the flashin'...
My paparazzi's a lot of zombies.
Entourage jam-packed with garage-freaks.
A posse dedicated to stayin' lost,
in a World where they'll kill you for the hood over your eyeballs. See?
That's the tip of the iceberg. It's quite worse.
I just want to live where the light hurts.
Dementia might work. A symptom where the memory dies.
I'm sick of disguises. Why should I remember it?

Give me a reason.
(Tell me what you're thinking.)
But, I don't need it.
(Wasting all your time.)
I am deranged.
(I am deranged.)
But, I'm still breathin'.
(The Walking Dead...)