The Darker Side of Nonsense

Track 8

found some trash carti acapella but it still sounds doodoo

carti lame n****z remix

06 Frank Ocean - White (Feat. John Mayer).ogg

https://soundcloud.com/ricocasazza
https://soundcloud.com/littlebeatdifferent
🛒 https://littlebeatdifferent.bandcamp.com/album/extended-versions-ep
🔊 https://youtu.be/-RMRuNZZC5w

This manic EP is a taster for the new LBD Sounds tape from RICO 909, an alias of an artist from Italy. He created all this stuff circa 1998, when he was a teenager, between (less) sleeping, partying and (more) wanking, using some pirated software on his dad's computer. He didn't really know much about dance music production and what he was really doing and neither do we. All we know we like it as raw as it gets and it makes us dance to it.

This is rave, pure and free, gently remastered and extended for DJ use only.

Tracklist: 

Track 1
Track 7
Track 12
Track 13
Track 16

PREMIERE: RICO 909 - Track 12 (Extended Version) [LBD Sounds]

“Hysteria Spawns” The second murder (Annie Chapman) ignites mass panic. Headlines scream, mobs whisper, and the “Cheeky Jacky” postcard fans hysteria. The song explores how fear itself becomes fuel, an energy the killer seems to feed upon. The terror begins to feel less human, as though something unseen is drawing strength from the city’s dread.

[start]

[Intro]
Ink flows fast
Titles spill like fresh wounds. 
City scans my mark,
Yet no one knows my tone. 

[Verse 1]
Morning cracks on gore and murmurs,
Her sigh blends cold into the air.
The bazaar’s hum fades into silence,
Where her form once wandered free.

[Pre-Chorus]
Each gaze — pierces the mist.
Each sound — chasing my tread.
No beat — in the gloom.
Just the silence I guard.

[Chorus]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Fed by your trembling hands.
Streets shiver under my gaze,
Yet grasp nothing of the truth.

[Post-Chorus]
Panic… breeds in your exhale.
And thrives… where I’ve tread.

[Verse 2]
They pen tales of Cheeky Jack
Stains spread on quivering palms
They weave my name in frenzy —
But none… perceive the core.

[Pre-Chorus]
Each shade — belongs to me.
Each murmur — I’ve woven in.
You dread — the edge in the void.
My grip — remains unfinished.

[Chorus (Variation)]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Drawn from uneasy blood.
The streets quake in my trap,
As I sharpen my domain.

[Bridge]
Mobs surge — frenzy’s wave.
I stride unseen, untouched.
Your turmoil fuels my path.
Your dread — preserves my purity.

[Breakdown]
Dread me...
Crave me...
Label me...
Sustain me! 

[Chorus (Final Variation)]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Shaped by desperate shouts!
Streets kneel — unaware,
Darkness… takes its toll!

[Extended Final Assault]
Your fear — the altar!
 Your screams — the hymn!
 I carve — the night open!
And the night lets me in!

[Final Hit]
I am the shadow… AND I REMAIN!

Hysteria Spawns

A folded paper crown lying on the throne.
Drenched in purity and proudly shown.
Another day goes by, I'm on my own.
It feels lonely, ruling all alone.

Lost in a kingdom made of dimming light.
Dressed in shame but being alright.
Every compliment was gasoline.
Feeding the fire of the machine.
Broken people looked up with awe,
Yet so crowded but still no. Nooo!
You had a life that begged to grow.
You chose to ruin it and let it go.
You wore the shine like honest skin.
Hollow vows, you betrayed your kin.

I folded storms so you could sleep,
Chased the thunder, that made you weep.

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.

Dressed in shame and looking pretty,
Carved under your skin, I need pity.
I learned the language of your storms.
You learned the language of applause.
Every new face a counterfeit gift.
The void screaming make it fit!
All that beauty, all that grace — in vain.
Lost in the hunt for a dopamine gain.
Addicted to power, allergic to truth.
You sold out everything for a moment's proof.

I heard the silence you refused to hear.
You crowned the void and called it dear.

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.

Count the gifts you never saw.
Name the hearts you made a prop.
You fed the hole with strangers praise.
Woke up numb in brighter haze.
So many tears shed — eyes ran dry.
Crown made of vanity to cover a lie.

Betray!!!
Decay!!!

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.
 
Dopamine Throne — does it keep you warm?
Dopamine Throne — how does it feel when the lights are gone?

Tell me how does it feel — ruling a kingdom alone?
Always on your own — from your Dopamine Throne...

Track 13

Dry Kill Logic

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