New track release! I wanted to make a DnB/Half-time combination with emphasis on cat meows. The meow recordings are courtesy of my cat, Odin. He sat on my bed, leisurely enjoying his jolly way of existence, and meowing persistently without ceasing. As this happened, I managed to capture such a great moment through my Aston Origin Microphone and then threw that recording into FL Studio. This track is littered with his plentiful and abundant meows throughout. Enjoy!!! (Also not sure how much longer I'll have Soundcloud Pro because I am broke and poor, but I will be uploading this to youtube later as well! And also focusing a lot more on youtube in general.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCg5W2WauOQ8zhboy7bfN9XQ

Letting In Some Light Again

Convening With Eagerness

Let's Go To Town!

More To Discover

8bit Fanfare1

Into The City

New Music! I intended to have this up on the 22nd but I wasn't feeling very green beans and mashed potatoes that day, so I just didn't upload it. 

After navigating some psychological spirals of my own past and future dimensions, being a past version or life that no longer exists, and a future version or life that isn't even here yet, I've found my way to the present moment of being right here, right now 'enough' again to share with you this new track that tells the story of depersonalization, derealization, dissociation, and a rough bout of psychosis and HPPD I experienced after a spiritually and emotionally heavy night in 2020 and a car accident I had in the weeks following that night.

Solar Soul In Solitude

New tune! I've scratched my head on this one for close to around two months now and finally got to a point where I feel like I'd be comfortable enough releasing it. The entire track really began in a Sound Design session that was never intended to lead to what would be a whole track again lol. I had a vision of what I wanted this track to be and represent for me, with a lot of emphasis on square shapes specifically, whether in oscillators for sound or in animation for the audio-visual story (Which, the music video is still to come. I'm taking my time with fine-tuning it first though before I release it.)

Started messing around with Square and Pulse Waveforms in u-he's "Tyrell N6" Synth VST Plugin and became really taken in by the roundness to the sound in the top-end. Not sure if I've heard a Square Waveform quite like it, at least, synthesized digitally. I liked it enough to create the melody that plays throughout the beginning of this track, and from that melodic progression of Midi, this track was birthed from there. The entire 1:30 seconds had already been finished for several weeks before I finally went ahead and dove back into the project. Ultimately really glad I finished this one in the end. Enjoy!

Applicable Geometrics

HEY. I HAVE A MUSIC VIDEO FOR THIS TRACK UP ON YOUTUBE AS WELL! 
CHECK IT OUT HERE, BUT BE WARNED THAT THE VIDEO DOES CONTAIN FLASHING LIGHTS AND COLORS!!!! That music video can be found here below: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvIQEFPBk1Y

Hello, wonderful humans of earth. I am BRAINWAVE also known as Jimmy Tripp, or Jimmy Tripp also known as BRAINWAVE, and this is a Vocal track written to inspire all, but mostly to inspire myself, to brush my own teeth for 2 minutes, each day, twice a day. That's why the song is right around 2 minutes long! I don't normally rap, and I haven't done much spoken word since "Thread" which was recorded back in 2019 before the Pandemic. I used to do a lot of spoken word on my old 2015-2016 Aliases, "My Dearest Darling" and "Count Insanity." Although both of those projects were much more depressing by nature of the lyrics and vibe of the tunes, and both have been discontinued, I've enjoyed the idea of bringing Spoken Word or Rap influences back into my BRAINWAVE music again. 

This song is a hybrid of influences derived from Weird Al Yankovic and Daft Punk, mostly. You'll hear what I mean especially in the Chorus section with the Vocoder and Talkbox work on the vocals. Vocoder took, and this is no exaggeration here either, over 6 or 7 hours. Just the Vocoder alone. My hope with this track is that not only will it make you giggle or chuckle heartily, but that it will also inspire each of us, both young and old, to brush our teeth for two minutes, each day, twice a day. (Or even just once a day. I'm usually fortunate or blessed if I can remember to do it that much LOL. The purpose of this tune IS TO BRUSH MORE OFTEN though hahahahahaha. Calcified plaque has plagued my existence for longer than I, or even any of my family could say.) Anyway, Enjoy!!! 

LYRICS:

Verse 1 - "Brush that top left corner of plaque. You're gonna stank bad if ya don't swerve it on back. Brush that top right side where the food hides. Left-over dinner still stuck on the insides. Brush that lower-left dirty molar. Shine so bright that it looks so solar. Brush that lower-right section too, otherwise your 
breath might smell like doo doo." 

Chorus - "Brushing each and every side for thirty seconds with that fluoride. Open wide, It's all ya need to smell fresh and clean like a mean hygiene machine."

Verse 2 - "Brush those gums and if they bleed, then ya gotta get in-between the disease. Gingivitis don't play around, so ya better brush daily. Get the scraps in the background. Everyone might just run away if ya get too close and breathe today, so don't forget to brush ya tongue, otherwise ya might just smell like doggy dung." 

Chorus - "Brushing each and every side for thirty seconds with that fluoride. Open wide, It's all ya need to smell fresh and clean like a mean hygiene machine." X2 

Verse 3 - "Hope at least that you've had fun, cause it looks like this rap is almost done. Calcified spit is a pit of despair. It ain't no fair. I need to be more aware.
Next comes mouth wash, then comes floss. That'll be in the next song, because that tooth loss ain't no boss of you and I. Don't be shy to brush til the germs finally die."

Chorus - "Brushing each and every side for thirty seconds with that fluoride. Open wide, It's all ya need to smell fresh and clean like a mean hygiene machine." X2

Mean Hygiene

Hello there, wonderful humans of the planet of Earth that we inhabit! I am Jimmy Tripp (In my flesh form) also known as BRAINWAVE (by my alias form) or BRAINWAVE also known as Jimmy Tripp, but you can just call me whatever you want, honestly lol. 

I began making this Vocal track in August or September 2022. It's Incredibly inspired by both Owl City and Mr. Bill, mostly with the vocal tone and glitchy percussive elements throughout. This track took a long time to actually come back around to mixing and just finishing. I was hesitant for a long time to actually go back to the project. It hits a deeper chord with me than some of my other tracks. A bit more emotional and personal as well. 

I finally decided within the past month or so to come back and put the finishing touches on it. This Lyrics video itself was also fun to make as well! Made using Gimp and Filmora Wondershare. Enjoy!!! 

LYRICS: 

(CHORUS)

What if it rains, what if it pours down teardrops 
every day? What if we're in the clouds, too high 
to feel okay? 
What if its dry, what if the sun just roasts us alive.
would we survive? 
What if we're too far gone to save? Rain come back 
when we leave our caves.

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Verse1: (Spoken Word)

8:30 AM is such a strange time to reflect, 
but I'm trying not to neglect all the things I 
need to  not deflect.
I try to share this track and yet I lack 
the knack to just come back. 
Here's a token of how broken I am because I'm
out of wack. 

Anti-social, isolated recluse is what I'm used 
to feeling. I run away when times get tough.
I'm shedding skin and I know It's peeling. 
I wonder if I'm healing. Smoking til I'm high as the ceiling, am I really dealing with the thunder clouds within? 

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(CHORUS)

What if it rains, what if it pours down teardrops 
every day? What if we're in the clouds, too high 
to feel okay? 
What if its dry, what if the sun just roasts us alive.
would we survive? 
What if we're too far gone to save? Rain come back 
when we leave our caves.

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Verse2: (Spoken Word) 

10 minutes til nine, and yet my mind feels like 
it hit a land-mine. Today I see the sunshine, but 
the fog tries to decline this loving sign of 
warmth and light. Do you feel like waking up
is just a fight and it might take your sight?
What if life is just too bright? 

Denial of the bad may seem like it would make us 
glad, and yet it only makes us mad and sad, my
lass and lad.
I think I miss my dad, but the pain that we had
just became a launchpad to the stormiest space.

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(CHORUS)

What if it rains, what if it pours down teardrops 
every day? What if we're in the clouds, too high 
to feel okay? 
What if its dry, what if the sun just roasts us alive.
would we survive? 
What if we're too far gone to save? Rain come back 
when we leave our caves.

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Bridge/Outro: 

What if it rains? What if it floods? 
What if our shoes get stuck in the mud?
What if we find, some peace of mind when 
the lightning strikes us? X2

What If It Rains?

Hello, Wonderful Humans Of Earth! I am Jimmy Tripp, also known as BRAINWAVE, or BRAINWAVE, also known as Jimmy Tripp! Welcome aboard an absurd and obnoxious locomotive that is just as insane as the word "loco" might imply.  I started working on this track in February. This track is about a few different things. It's about the crippling weight or social pressure in society to stay in consistent communication with friends and family even when the battle of mental health feels like an uphill climb or rollercoaster. The idea of feeling like an outsider or outcast or observer always looking in through the phone or computer screen, but feeling incapable of piecing the words together to have conversation with others. It's also about how the present moment is the only destination we ever really have at any given time, so just focus on crossing today's finish line or set of goals you have. Tomorrow's destination has enough worry of Its own, so today's is all there really is to concentrate on. You got this! Let tomorrow be as relevant as it can be when it comes, but for right now, working on today is more than enough. Did you shower? Is that all you could do today? Great job. Did you complete 5 things off of your checklist? That's also awesome. Great job, too. Were you unable to do much of anything at all today? That's okay too. Great job just still being here. Simply just being in the right here (Present space) and the right now (Present time) is a great accomplishment you've made as well. You're doing what you can to get better, and that's what counts. You don't have to dwell on the rear view of the course that the locomotive is on, and you don't need to dwell on what is too far ahead to really see. Right here and right now is more than enough. Keep going at your own pace! 

LYRICS: 

Verse 1: 

I'm not sure if I can message you today.
I can't guarantee that by tomorrow I won't 
still be away. 

It isn't that I don't care. No, that isn't the 
case. Lately, I've just felt relieved that you
can't see my face. 

Pre-Chorus: 

I can see you try to reach me through the 
online grid, but I'm in an offline auction with
no way to bid. 

What is the worth of my soul? It's difficult to 
feel like coal in a tank engine. 

Chorus: 

I've never been a conductor before. I'd let you
aboard, but I can't find the door. 
There aren't even train tracks and we never 
leave the station. 
We're already at the destination. 

Verse 2: 

I don't seem to stay connected like I used 
to. Maybe this computer screen is turning 
my brain into goo. 

It isn't that I don't think of you, but I'm in 
the space between the text. 
I don't ever know what's next. 

Bridge: 

Would you like to be in the stillness and 
silence? You could hear better things 
that cancel out the violence. 
The world is loud and my heart is in a 
cloud. It's waiting to rain and pour 
down.

I ALSO HAVE A MUSIC VIDEO UP FOR THIS ON MY YOUTUBE. LINK IS HERE. EPILEPSY/SEIZURE WARNING:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yb4Zo17-tfg

Destination Station

This is the third installment to the trilogy of the 3 day uploading binge I've been doing. The conclusion to this upload frenzy. Toadstool Tower.

This track was a ton of fun to make and once I had the idea for it, I couldn't wait to get to work on it. It attempts to capture the mind as being a video or computer game world in of itself, having different stages or levels of cognition and functionality. The intro and outro represent entering and leaving the tower, while everything between that represents traversing the different floors of Toadstool Tower. The mind is a spiritual and creative playground. I hope you enjoy and this was a wonderful release marathon.

Toadstool Tower

Here's a new vocal track inspired by the Fall season. It was pretty fun to make because throughout the entire process of writing the lyrics, I was sitting outside thinking about how much I couldn't breathe through my nose due to allergies. Inspiration hit at that moment to write this song. It's a bit of a satirical track about the hardships and struggles one may be up against when facing pollen. Enjoy!

Verse 1: "I smell pumpkin spice as leaves begin to fall. *Ringing phone* What's that sound? It's nature's phone-call. The air is chilly from
this cool October breeze. Thanks to our allergies, we're bound to sneeze."

Pre-Chorus: "I can't recall, how long It's been, since I could breathe through my nose, my friend. My eyes are pink, It's hard not to scratch, is this the end?"

Chorus: "Winter will you come and save us from the pollen? we cannot remember when we could see clearly. Medication never really helped us out in the end. Autumn can be so unforgiving." 

Verse 2: "Where's the apple cider on this cold October day? *Sneezes* Too close for comfort, keep the dust mites away. Scarecrows don't startle me as much as congestion does. So difficult to go outdoors when my mind is in a fuzz."

Unforgiving Autumn

Here is a new IDM track called "Palpable Intuition." Originally, the idea for this track was based entirely around a different direction, but ended up shifting into this instead. (I was originally intending to go for a video-gamey intro, but ended up liking the atmospheric intro a lot more instead, and it fit the storyboard a lot better in my head.) Enjoy! 

Also, this will be up on my youtube channel as well soon! Subscribe to my youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUaYIVV8BfwrwqS9MinkOlg?view_as=subscriber

Palpable Intuition

(Disclaimer: I wrote, produced, recorded and finished this track back in February. It took me until now to finally decide to release it though. At a later point in time, I actually plan on just completely reworking it. It's worth noting that you should follow along with the lyrics below in order to really follow the story, because this is very story-driven. It's actually a conversation between two characters; the patient, and the doctor.) 

This song was really, really, really fun to make. Because I got to combine two of my favorite things into one: Spoken Story-telling/Voice acting and music production. This track goes back to back between spoken narrative and actual singing. It's a story of a man who has gradually lost his mind and soon finds himself at the beginning of this story being a patient in the psychiatric office of Dr. Derpenstein; an equally, if not more estranged character in this story. Dr. Derpenstein is voiced in spoken word, narrative form while the patient is represented through singing. This is the story of someone who wishes to feel like they're back to normal again mentally, which ironically enough comes through inevitably accepting how insane they are. Through Dr. Derpenstein's therapy sessions, this patient must learn how to love for who they are, or else their self-inflicted mind hole will consume their well-being. Enjoy!!! 

LYRICS:

VERSE 1: 

I went to the Doc with a Dilemma. 
I told him I could soar through stars. 
He told me "Look, you are quite daft, young man!
Come now, I'll take you to my car!"

We walked to his car, though it felt so bizarre 
to think this wasn't real.
"Look, you are not feeling well, but there is no
point to dwell, on that which doesn't help you heal."

So he gave me a pill, and he told me to chill. 
"Now boy, You better remember to pay the bill!"
He said to meet him next week, if I felt like a freak.
Yet this feeling never seems to leave me be.

CHORUS 1:

What's the prescription for going mad? When did reality become so insane? 
Look in my head, and examine my mind. Dear Doctor Derpenstein, am I out of time?

VERSE 2:

Next week rolled around, 
at least I didn't feel so down.
"Wow, you showed your face around town!"
Doc, I think I'm really lost,
how much will this treatment cost?
"Not a lot, but keep your fingers crossed!"

This seem so surreal, tell me, what is ideal
losing so much sleep?
"Look you need to trust in me, forget about
my silly fee. We'll get you out, but you are very deep."

So he stopped with the pills, and he brought out a drill. 
"Now boy, this may be quite a daring thrill!"
He dug through my disguise, ripping out all my lies,
I took a breath in knowing I was free.

CHORUS 2:

What did you do, I thought I was deranged? It feels so wonderful to say I'm insane. 
Look in my heart, and examine my crime. Dear Doctor Derpenstein, I came back just in time.

Dr. Derpenstein

A young lad from England does what he does every morning before 
school: delivers the village newspaper, going door to door to meet his 
schedule. His bicycle is a lovely red color with a little bit of rust from weather damages sustained. He lives in a little village known only as "Decibel's Point." This one particular, misty Monday morning though, his route would be much different. The newspaper issues he was handed today did not contain news of any events going on in England. No stories, no comics, nothing. Infact, this paper didn't seem to have anything to do with England at all! It was written in a text he could not read, with an alphabet not associated with any human language he could think of. His only verbal orders from the post office were "Take your usual route, head up to 3rd street, and your rendezvous will be there. Your contact you are to meet prefers to remain anonymous. Don't worry about making it back for tea. This delivery takes highest priority right now." 

With those words resonating in the back of this lad's mind like strings plucking endlessly on a guitar, he set out to go to 3rd street. As he biked further, getting ever closer to his destination, he came about a tall figure wearing a tan raincoat and tophat. The figure's face was clearly hidden from plain sight, and he looked much too tall to be any man or woman that the lad had ever seen. He was over ten feet tall! The lad hopped off of his bike, setting it to rest against an old brick building on 3rd street. He approached the figure cautiously, and said these words almost as to not even speak. He mustered what sounded to be louder than a whisper, but quieter than actual speech. Then, with a deep breath inhaled and exhaled, he said. "S-S-Special Delivery, S-Sir....." 

The tall figure peered down and met the boy's eyes with his own. His eyes startled the boy though. These eyes were like portals into another dimension. Infact, all that could be seen by the boy were this figure's eyes, and nothing else. No distinct face at all. As the boy locked his gaze with the figure, giving him his full attention to their meeting, he couldn't seem to find any way to look away. Was he afraid to? No. He simply couldn't look away. It was as if he was paralyzed in that moment. The moment dragged on to feel like an eternity, with no boundaries of any set time dictating their meeting's beginning or end. When did this meeting start and when will it end? This question raced through the lad's mind as he suddenly could not recall what he had been doing up until this point in time. 

Then, as if by the blink of an eye, everything just....stopped. The village was gone from sight....It even appeared that the earth was gone. There was no misty, grey sky for an atmosphere. This new atmosphere seemed to swirl with multi-colored clouds at a leisurely pace. The ground was no more. The boy was simply floating amidst this colorful new atmosphere. Was this some undiscovered Galaxy? If so, then how come he could breathe? Was he even breathing? It was as if the need for any kind of oxygen or nitrogen was now obsolete. The figure, who was still just as tall, revealed his face to the boy, and as soon as he did.......*Snap.* 

The boy now awoke, back in his village in England; his bike still resting against the brick building on 3rd street. The alien-like newspapers he had before were now gone. He didn't recall making any kind of transaction.....So what happened? Where did he just go and who did he just meet? 

The boy went back to the station to clock-out so that he could leave for school. His boss asked him, with a grin "So, how did the meeting go? Did our client receive his mail?" The boy then, looking puzzled and out of sorts, asked the man "What client?" The man smiled and left to go into the back room, saying "Have a good day, lad."

This one thought would not leave the boy's mind for the remainder of the day, however: "Who did I give the newspapers to?"

Delivery Service

New track! Sorry that It's been over 3 months since I last released new material (I've been in the midst of working through some personal trials and learning how to healthily get out of my own head.)

I actually have had this track finished for the past 2 months, but I spent much more time fine tuning it within the last couple of weeks or so. In the place that I was in when making it, I wouldn't have released it. I would sit there and nitpick at every tiny inconsistency that I notice. Now, in this new setting/scenery, I really don't mind releasing it (And almost wonder why I spend so much time being so self-critical or bashing myself with my own subjective feelings of my work.) 

Ultimately, I'm glad that I'm finally releasing this track. I'm planning to release more vocal works throughout the year as well.
I'm taking small steps to achieve bigger goals, but that alone is teaching me some much needed patience/delayed gratification! Enjoy!

City For A Sparrow

TRIGGER WARNING: This track could potentially trigger those who are sensitive to or relate with the topic of suicidal thoughts and feelings. If you feel as though this could trigger something, please refrain from listening. This is a testimony to my own struggles and story.

Hey guys, I'm sorry it's been eons and ages between releasing new tracks. I'm finally feeling myself get back into the groove of releasing new music. So yeah, I'm still alive. A lot has changed though since my last release, "A City For A Sparrow." I'm working at a trippy retail job, with great people. I moved back to my hometown of 12+ years again. I'm saving to purchase a functioning car and am quite possibly nearly to my goal. I am still creating though. I promise. I appreciate your patience with me, and if I'm taking a long time to respond to people, please, please forgive me for it. I do care. A lot. I've just really had to figure out my own mind, soul and heart again. Thank you. <3

This track was without doubt, incredibly difficult to not only write, but to sing and create as well. This song is about September 7th, 2016. The night of my last suicide attempt. It was a night where the attempt almost worked. I almost wasn't going to make it to this day today. It's a difficult and real subject to speak on because of how stigmatized it is. People usually don't speak out and say that they're dealing with it because they're afraid of how it'll be received.

I see you. You're doing the best you can. You feel everything so deeply. Just be you, and the rest of the world can adapt. You are unique and original. You have a voice. You have such great things to offer, so don't rush. <3 There's no rush. You may be told you're not
giving enough or doing enough. To who's standard? Who told you that, and who gets to say that that is objective truth? It's not. People only see you through their lenses on life, and those lenses tend to be
shaped by their own subjective experiences. If all they've seen is a dark sky, It's all they will believe exists. They can't see your rainbow. Just shine, and thank you so much for still being here today. <3

LYRICS:

"If tomorrow never comes, I want you to know you are loved.
The brain is like a fragile freight train, and we can't find the tracks.
All aboard, It's time to go again. Where to is completely unknown.
If we wander off course, please remember the source, of everything.

After all the voices finish their chorus, will we be the same again?
Cause separating the lies from the truth, has gotten hard to do.
I bit off more than I chew.

My feelings hang by a thread. Some days I can't get out of bed.
It's hard to see the colors shine, past all the gray,
I'm lost for words on what to say, we're all in need of being saved.
God, I'm about to cave, On the edge of passing to the grave.
If we're a temple, I just feel like a tomb.
I don't know what to do. My soul is a crowded room.
The noises get louder.

As the poison takes hold, I feel my body going cold. I think I need a miracle.

Fall in love with the idea of normalizing love for what it is, and not for what
we think it should be. Cause our culture's deprived of a feeling that we're
too scared to see, when it should feel free.
How many times do ya laugh at the addict and say "Oh that'd never happen to me"
Well, Just shut it.
I'm tired of the blame games and tired of the distance. Love your neighbor
as yourself, even when they need assistance.
Every single foot in the world has walked a different road, and that brings
a load of It's own baggage, so try to empathize with the beggar on the street
cause the only food he eats might be leftover cabbage."

Thread (25-C)

Welcome to the first installment/episode of several in a saga! The Chronicles Of A Quaint General Store! Neuron, a traveling solar-system nomad, has found himself at a loss. He no longer has any fuel for his spaceship, so he has taken up employment at a quaint general store in outer space. Will his endeavors prove worthy enough to ultimately obtain more fuel for his spaceship, "The Hippocampus" ? Will he ever survive the onslaught of customer service? Tune in and find out! 

Meanwhile during a shift, Neuron has stumbled across the laundry detergent aisle. This will be no easy task, but he must assemble a durable laundry basket vessel to take on the relentless rapids of linen and fabric softener that surrounds him.

Laundry Basket Boat Ride

After a fierce battle with the Soapy monstrosities of the Home Cleaning aisle, Neuron made his way over to the Toilet Paper and Paper Towel section of the store. This was quite the predicament....Some rabid customer had been here and thrown Toilet Paper all over the floor and onto random shelves! That isn't all either. The Toilet Paper was self-learning. It was becoming sentient and forming itself into a remarkably dastardly structure. IT BECAME A LIVING TEMPLE. Neuron knew what it was he had to do....As breathtaking as this place was, he had to dismantle it from the inside-out. So, in a moment of courage, Neuron entered inside the Temple...

Toilet Paper Temple

After an excruciatingly long task of taking apart the Toilet Paper Temple from within, Neuron discovered a much more powerful entity still in front of him....IT WAS A PALACE. FORGED OF PAPER TOWELS. This palace had a secret weapon within It's cardboard roll. The roll bestowed a mechanical laser beam of such proportion that if left alone, would threaten the entirety of the General Store! (That wouldn't be good seeing as Neuron still needs funds to obtain a spaceship to fly home.) 

With a Dust-Mop in one hand and a Portable Scanning-Gun in another, Neuron entered into the Paper Towel Palace, ready for his next challenge...

Paper Towel Palace

1/5/2025 UPDATE:

I have not uploaded to this page in nearly 2 years now, but I am still releasing new music. I just don't upload here anymore. Everything can be found on my YouTube from now on until further notice. 

I stream on my Facebook page sometimes whenever the coffee is working! Check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/animatedbrainnetwork/ 

For more of my music that might not be on Soundcloud, check out my youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUaYIVV8BfwrwqS9MinkOlg

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