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Welcome to Apartment 404 — where sleep goes to die and the bass pays the rent. 🕺💀

Imagine you’re just trying to water your plants… but your fridge starts beatboxing, the DJ’s ghost spins in your sink, and Kafka’s ghost drops by to check your paperwork.
Yeah. That kind of night.

This track is what happens when Daft Punk forgets to take their antidepressants, Justice gets evicted, and the existential crisis department discovers Auto-Tune.
It’s French House for the philosophically unstable, Nu Disco for insomniac poets, and Funk for those who tried therapy but got redirected to Customer Support (Apartment 404).

🎧 Expect:

808s that overthink everything.

Synths that file emotional tax returns.

Lyrics that sound like your brain buffering at 3 AM.

And a bassline so catchy you’ll want to sue your subconscious.

If life gives you trauma — turn it into Trahlahlahlah. 💫

Lyrics:

Welcome to Apartment 404.
Silence unavailable.
Please hold while reality loads…

I rent a dream on the fifth floor high,
Below me the gods rehearse their lie.
They sing in circles, neon crimes,
The bassline files my wasted time.
My plants confess, the fridge replies,
I blink in Morse to my own demise.
Dark-pop insomnia, surreal groove of sighs.

Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
The ceiling breathes, the walls go ha-ha-ha!
Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
My landlord laughs from Apartment 404.
No God, no sleep, no door to bar —
Just Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah! 

The DJ’s ghost lives in my sink,
He plays my thoughts before I think.
The mailbox hums, the carpet moans,
The rent is due in dial tones.
I wrote to Heaven, the letter bounced —
The beat replied, “You’ve been pronounced.”
Cinematic synth nightmare, existential house announced.

Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
The universe claps in minor, ha-ha-ha!
Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
My sanity packed a suitcase for afar.
No soul refund, no seminar —
Just Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah! 

The hallway dreams in 808s,
The lift reports my moral state.
Someone downstairs just got promoted to thunder.
Form A-19, “Request for Quiet” —
Status: Pending since eternity.

The cat’s a prophet, the chair’s a spy,
My calendar screams “comply, comply.”
I dance with paperwork till dawn,
Kafka smiles — the music’s on.
They say the rhythm sets you free,
But I’ve become the melody.
Existential electro, absurd reality.

At 404 the night won’t quit,
The walls file taxes, the lights commit.
The doorbell whispers “You still here?”
I nod — the bass becomes sincere.
My neighbour’s laughter signs my fate,
A disco bureaucrat of late.
Neon despair with a smiley rate.

Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
Apartment 404 is the beating scar.
Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
I am the tenant of the avant-garde.
No truth, no rest, no guiding star —
Just Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah! 

If you don’t come to the world…
The world moves in next door.
Boom… Boom… Trahlahlahlah.

Apartment 404

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שיר חדש של קטריקס ודורן ביטון ביחד 27.3.2016

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