sleepyhead - passion pit [slowed & reverb | daycore]

SYLENDANNA | Nice To Know Ya

half forgotten daydreams ( slowed + amped + reverbed )

Sleepyhead - passionpit(suave remix)

CRYSTAL CASTLES - KEPT (cecyl. REMIX)

Every time I call your number
Seems like your phone's off or busy
So
I lay back and remember
All the times you said you miss me

What a twist
What a twist
What a twist
What a twist

Now you say you want me back
Back to the same old shit
Where was all that when you had it
So
I'ma sit back and let you twist

What a twist
What a twist
What a twist
What a twist

twist (slowed+reverb)

ThatSeemsSubOptimalBro

The harmonic-heavy guitar riff I here play on the 12-string was pre-existing. Everything else about this song -- including that it was to be a song at all, instead of an instrumental piece -- was decided and realized in the course of working on it. I am of course (I say 'of course' because my schooling was completed before the present era of unionized indoctreducation) familiar with Mr. Poe's poem on the theme. I have done him one better in recursions of irreality, though whether my lyrical Jungian rimbaldianisms are worthy even to stand in the same room as the master is of course for you, the listener, to judge.
Cover art is by the Finnish artist Gallen-Kalleka. Myth, after all, is a sort of collective dream.
LYRICS
One is the loneliness waiting at end of the day.
Two the not-onliness holding that nothing at bay.
Three for the source of sins: world, flesh, the devil  comes last.
Four for the might-have-beens hopelessly pinned in my past.
Add all the numbers you still can't solve for the sum
Use all the lenses, you still can't resolve what's to come,
Laugh cry or scream, it's just a dream of a dream within a dream.

A is for Apple, with overpriced sermons to read,
M is for Redmond, the bully with apps you don't need.
L is for penguin, don't put him down just 'cause he's small,
Pick up your ink pen and write down this number to call.
Read all the letters, it still comes to little gain
Angels are crying, and trying their wings in the rain.
Laugh cry or scream, it's just a dream of a dream within a dream.

Fact check the hot dreams who stained all the sheets of our youth
Hat trick the sports teams who gave us a break from the truth.
Peel back the curtain the headshrinkers say hides our lights
Steal back the certain denial of all of our rights.
Searching Mount Badon and seeking the Holy Grail,
Music in samizdat, AI in epic fail!
Be not just seem, it's just a dream of a dream within a dream.

twist (slowed+reverb)

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