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The Afterparty (Produced by Notebook)

from 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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from skylines | nightvibes, track released February 14, 2013
Production, mixing, and mastering done by Notebook. Artwork by Illuminatic (www.facebook.com/IllFashion)

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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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