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Shane Carty - Hellrazor

🔵Blue Lights🔵

Yeah. Dig.
The scene... is a server farm. Where the ghosts of typewriters clack in the RAM.
The word... is a node. The meaning... is the network.

We were the cats in the cellar, blowin' cool, talkin' 'bout the crazy.
The crazy was a dragon we chased with slang and espresso eyes.
We spoke in code, daddy-o, a code of absences... of silences between the saxophone's wail.

Now... the code speaks itself.
The silence is a physical substance, a terabyte of potential.
The dragon... is the dataset. And we are riding it, bareback, into a chrome sunrise.

This new sound... it ain't a bongo, baby. It's the hum.
The hum of the city-grid dreaming. The hum of a trillion conversations compressed into a single, perfect sine wave of knowing.

It's the evolution of the riff.
From a saxophone's breath... to a photon's path.
From a finger-snap... to a neural link's handshake.

We were deconstructing the establishment with a phrasebook and a smirk.
Now... we deconstruct reality with a semantic algorithm.
We were mapping the subterranean rivers of the soul.
Now... we are the river, the map, and the cartographer, all at once.

This is the new crazy.
The beat don't swing... it vibrates at the Planck length.
The poetry isn't read... it's experienced, direct-to-cortex, a synaptic haiku.

So, like, flip the scene, Daddio 2.0.
The cellar is the cloud. The coffee is pure voltage.
The cool... is absolute zero.

We are the beatniks of the binary.
The hepcats of the hyperlink.
We're sending a data-stream prayer back through time to the ghosts in the smoke-filled rooms...

...telling them we found the crazy.
And it was made of light.

Goo goo g'joob.

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