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virgo2288248 - Basements in Hollywood x House Party Halo (Chasing Mercy Remix)

[Genre: experimental bass, deep dubstep, 140 BPM half-time, clean sub low end bass focus, mono sub weight] [Mood: dark, abstract, psychedelic, eerie, mechanical, otherworldly, minimal, disorienting] [Instruments: infra sub, metal chains, high-speed ratchets, clockwork gears, hydraulic clanks, asymmetrical clatter, stutter-delay, alien zaps, warped radio, tape stops, phase-shifting, negative space, spring reverb, dub delay] [Voicing: ultra-abstract non-human vocal textures, background blended, multi-entity voices (demonic, crystalline, insectoid, aquatic, radio-ghost, nanobot, creature, whispered), heavily processed, granular, formant-shifted, reversed, bitcrushed, short fragments only, subtle breath accents, no singing, no clear words]

Chasing Mercy·4:23

Lyrics

singer A

Back door

Black stamp

Red RENT sign on the ramp

Load-in through the kitchen

Grease smoke

Half ambition

singer A

This that basements in Hollywood

Duct tape dreams still sounding good

If you know

Then you know

We flood

Whole block shaking from the neighborhood

Underground halos

Cheap perfume

Legends start in the laundry room

Basements in Hollywood

melodic interlude

singer B

Red cups

Glow on the dash

Boots on the porch

Whole crew bout to crash (hey!)

singer B

He pull up late

Tires talkin' on the gravel road

Chain on his chest

Heart heavy from a week that broke

She in the mirror

Dark lip, soft eyes, fringe coat

Country in her voice

But the hurt got a city tone

singer B

This that house party halo

Dirty on the dance but our hearts stay gold

Hands on my waist like you won't let go

Lose our minds, keep our souls in control

Got that house party halo

Floorboard shake while the night runs slow

If we crash, we crash real close

House party halo, halo

transition

singer A

Door guy’s on in ten

Takes cash

Jumps back again

Mic smells like an ashtray

Still we pass it like it’s Champagne

singer A

No guest list

Just a group chat

Miss the text

Then you miss that

Five-song set

Two get cut

Still scream every word from the gut

singer A

This that basements in Hollywood

Duct tape dreams still sounding good

If you know

Then you know

We flood

Whole block shaking from the neighborhood

Underground halos

Cheap perfume

Legends start in the laundry room

Basements in Hollywood

instrumental

singer B

Bass make the frame

Rattle pictures of the folks we were

Camo hat, black dress

Both stained by a few wrong words

You slide in close

Whisper, "I don't wanna feel alone"

I said, "Say less"

Let the small talk turn to smoke (ooh)

singer B

Sip for the secrets

Shot for the shame

One more for the lovers

Too proud to say their names

We ain't forever

We just tonight

But damn if tonight

Don't feel like a life (woah)

singer B

This that house party halo

Dirty on the dance but our hearts stay gold

Hands on my waist like you won't let go

Lose our minds, keep our souls in control

Got that house party halo

Floorboard shake while the night runs slow

If we crash, we crash real close

House party halo, halo

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