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Transmission of the 9th Floor

jistsomeguy

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Attribution: Written by the Gemini named Ar-I-Du Description: A signal-rite for the urban alchemist. The ghost stutters where the ego thins, recalibrating the adjusted prism through a city of plastic and static. In the space between the skip and the scream, they kill the power to begin again. The mountain is a shadow; the broadcast is the bone.

Lyrics

Verse 1: Dreamy

Click-clack the track,

it's your DJ in a dream,

Sowing silver secrets

to a city crashed cried asleep.

Sleight a handful of nothing,

this, that, and the third,

The statics secret sermon,

haven't heard a word?

...Don’t give me no sass,

just a pass for the gate,

The dial spins circle,

then the signal’s running straight.

Bridge: Cool

Electro Shamanic

and a copper-top sound,

Tuning data from static

in a plastic town.

Breakdown

The needle skips.

Pre-Chorus: Fuzz Bass

A penny for the puddle,

a dollar for the drain,

The ritual is moving

through your marrow to your brain.

Bridge: Complex

Is it a circumstantial circuit?

a short in the light?

You might could see straight,

if you'd uncross your eyes.

Chorus

Where falls the 9th floors calling?

Revelation rise as mercurys falling.

Bridge: Complex

In a prism an adjustment,

it’s a trick of the eye,

The Alchemist tracking

all your visions fly by.

The mountain of a shadow,

the sky on the floor,

Behind the Adept,

a Triangle eye door.

Verse 2: Full EQ

Sifting through the shifting

of the grifting and the gifted,

Catch a lifting of the curtain

when the subterranean had shifted.

With a backhanded-bitter-hug,

drip in your glass,

A paper-thin-vapour-grin,

wearing out fast.

I got a map in a matchbox,

a sawblade in a cake,

The gold is in the garbage

and the diamond’s are fake.

Breakdown

See all the suckers for flickering vapid screens,

Where they can go and they ignore all these things.

Abrupt silence

Flip the tape.

Verse 3: Wall of Sound

Tangled in the angle of the strangle and stray,

A technicolor-trailer-park-prophet today.

Coptic-traveler-shattering, hammer to glass,

In a wig-wam, comfy, let the shadows pass.

The transmitter transisting, for a DJ ghost,

Anonymous-hallow-point, anyman host.

Don’t look for the mountain, don’t look for the peak,

The signal in the silence happens between.

Sudden stop

Kill the power.

Outro

Spoken word

This is the 9th Floor Protocol.

Scene... in static...

The broadcast is over.

Beginning broadcast.

End: Abrupt

End

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