DEEP DOWN
Dextromethorphone
¨`’°*¹^¬·-~.,¸ 𝙄𝙏❜𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐:
from an ugly, small bedroom in a modest house, we go inside the phone for DEXTROMETHORPHONE, a place where you can hear me from anywhere in the world — but i can only talk to you. terry’s templeOS is resurrected for an appearance in a sample here.
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¨`’°*¹^¬~·-.,¸ 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀
·-~¬^¹*°’`¨ song #3 of 4: dextromethorphone
¨`’°*¹^¬~·-.,¸ the story: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list…
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The house
when i was imagining the setting of dextromethorphone, i pictured it as the quintessential exurban pennsylvania house: one far from ‘the city’, but not remote enough to be picturesque, and the house itself depressing enough that you dread going home every day.
i knew a house like this. i’d driven past it a zillion times. it’s visible on a corner off of some highway i don’t know the name of, heading into Allentown.
many nights i’d seen the glow of a cold TV leaking from its windows. i always wondered, “who lives there? are they as depressed as the house?” a few times i seriously thought about knocking on the door just to see who answered.
when the night goes bad, this is where you go.
lyrics
really glad that you’re here
really glad that you’re listening, come close
already named all the cracks in the fucking walls, be outta here eventually i hope
cheap particleboard doors
four cardboard walls
formica beast fixer-upper
bedroom master-
piece of shit curtains hide away from me
wallpaper’s older than me
get the 56k for me
better make disk space for me
follow me: you can learn about me
DM: talk all about me
email: you can backtrace it, and
acidwolfx: you can IM me quick
doesnt matter what you want, you cant have it
wallpaper’s money, produce; time to cash in
dex called — it’s on the telephone
dont be rude, at least say hello, and then:
one floor: split rancher
humid: no air condition
really glad that you’re here
really glad that you’re listening, come close
sick of naming the cracks in the fucking walls, get outta here eventually i hope
cheap particleboard door
cheap cardboard floor
faux-siding, all-in-one, half-a-million piece of shit
curtains hide away from me
water stains lead the way for me
better 56k for me
better make disk space for me
here comes the phone police for my fuck_you_nigger.mp3
kinda weird but im trapped inside the phone
listen up i can only talk to you
look around maybe find a secret room
wake up roo, the way out is through
doesnt matter what you want, you cant have it
wallpaper’s money, produce; time to cash in
dex called — it’s on the telephone
dont be rude, at least say hello, and then:
one floor: split rancher
humid: no air condition