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DIMVERSES

by DEADPAN

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1.
TENSION 03:05
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[Verse 1] Struggle to swallow the honesty, twenty-two and I have no collars Looking for blue or white, shuffling through my old closet Fooling myself, hoping to find something in my sewn pockets How else can I repay all the loved ones that I owe dollars? Throw on my old coat, only fit on my old posture No growth in shoulder measurements, show the threads Saudade, loans and debts, so pathetic Inside job, lonely ending for the showstopper, damn [Bridge] Uh, I won’t see you in a motherfucking minute, uh Too much distance I won’t see you in a motherfucking minute Never-ending distance Damn, yeah I won’t see you in a motherfucking minute, uh Too much distance Never-ending distance, yeah Uh, I won’t see you in a motherfucking minute, uh Never-ending distance [Verse 2] Stained paper doesn’t change the twisted nature of arranged love The seal was crimson clay Eight suns turned it into basic gray mud Caked on where the stamp touched, stayed shut Couldn’t even make a cut where the blade touched Summon the will to make up, brittle dust and no brush Run of the million faint bluffs The strain is grade twenty-one, labeled bottle full of safe drugs Couldn’t make him feel a thing, or even muster up a fake blush, fuck [Post-Verse] Free time isn’t free, fork over the fee Free time isn’t free, not free [Verse 3] Tension tucked into the air like quotes Awkward jokes barely even made it through my throat Coping mechanism so heavy I choked The laugh was a courtesy: straight-faced and pushed through the nose Took note: work on the delivery, cursory hope Nervously spoke into existential dread, worrisome hoax Two sides to every distance, keep the air between us toxic, perfect approach
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DEEPER TREADS 02:40
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[Verse] Yellow plastic bat taped black Last little venture I was great at Call it a side hustle or minor pursuit ‘cause you know I hate that Maybe I’m side-eyeing life Winding road to the middle-child syndrome, looking for ways back City’s covered in gray ash Inhale a breath of the park I used to play at Slide out of focus, slide out of focus One-track passion tacked on, doesn’t fit in the runtime, vie for the bonus Didn’t pick the third rock from the sun Hurdle the ever-popular Bach number one with a flop of a jump Glass diamonds shine on unaware crooked fingers Before pointing at the band, make it through the wringer If the chorus evokes unholy urges burning in your throat, better book the singer Little melisma for fun, six syllables in one Crack, pop sizzling hum to the pitch of the militant drum, uh Stick-figure-stiff critics listen to William Hung Yet tell you, “stick to those predictable funds,” dumb They said I can’t eat the cake I already baked Made it from scratch, finally gave me a half Said, “don’t make it last or spread it around,” So I ate the whole thing, no taste Bitter aftertaste settles in post-haste Won’t waver on bold flavors Take a sober moment to savor the sweets of the labor These hands made bland plates at low rates Deserted tables, blown candles that smoke snakes Surrounded only by smoke snakes Cunning statements, sly or slither Run in the race ‘til I’m tired Living underfunded, misguided pariah Turn around, face the choir Back to the whites of their eyes Sabers in my spine, pray they miss my spine Frayed-thread laces tied makes clay feet safe inside, raising the wire Can’t believe these mud-gray laces on my feet again Giant steps leave deeper treads Follow the steepest-beaten craters that lead to the end Thirty-nine degrees, wait for breaks, these are the bends Chest heaving, greenheads feasting Giant steps leave a rip in the den Most would never leave a dip or a dent And would rather wither instead Let my giant steps send fissures and pen a signature ten Written in lead [Post-Verse] Nick sent the steps I’m clipping in the red again And again, fuck it Still hitting send Uh
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'06/CINNAMON SANDS 03:20
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[Verse 1] Living life rose-tinted, residing where the sky isn’t blue The wiser the user, the less vibrant the hue Monochrome constant, watch the blossoms Don’t call it pigeonholed vision, consider it refining the zoom Ask the fourth wall to take a break to widen the room, sigh at the moon Who’s supposed to heal me when time is the wound? Live from the uh Exposed landline wires by the hand-grown pile of cubes Pick your poison, take a while to choose Overthinking it only to stick with Pinna Park Parsing out picture-disk-emitted pixels Did it in a sitting and didn’t depart In the dark, clicking start, never missing the spark Left a skin inscription, visual mark Fuck it, cut the heartstrings Pluck the same tune, only harshened Blow the dust out, flip the cartridge Wide open shot, still miss the target All revolvers spin in circles, so they didn’t guard it [Chorus] Hit a couple of years, never grew wings Translucent on the mood rings, yeah Hit a couple of years, never grew wings Chop me down, count my few rings, yeah Hit a couple of years, never grew wings Translucent on the mood rings, uh Hit a couple of years, never grew wings Chop me down, count my few rings, yeah [Verse 2] Dodge dances in the school gym, standing firm on my two left feet ’06 Commander bench seats, squad deep Steal second and third, stranded dead meat Mitt didn’t pop, pitcher missed his spot and blamed it on me Ready, set, freeze, score’s seven to three Wednesday evening upset, record says we never bested a team Left with worn leather and short memory Reborn on second-decrepit-hand bedsheets, red metal that creaks Half-full glass of OJ matches the plastic weapon of choice Set of four branded-heavenly boys Halos growing opaque, cancerous wedding is void Showing my age with defenses deployed Celestial praise fades with the treble in the voice Clip the wings, sink or swim Troubled bays bubbling, begging to rejoice Pray we catch a wave, impatiently convince myself that treading is a joy [Chorus] Hit a couple of years, never grew wings Translucent on the mood rings, yeah Hit a couple of years, never grew wings Chop me down, count my few rings
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RAIN! 02:58
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[Intro] Listen Dim it down Dim it down Drown it out And, sometimes, like…I wanted to be anxious. I wanted to be in the sun, burning, beaming, scorching. But then, I would step inside with the rain, knowing I wouldn’t have to go outside and it was just…different. And I miss that. Let this be the last time it rains. [Verse 1] Exhale when the sun is hidden Find purpose in searching for every charcoaled, subtle difference Can’t stomach puddles picking up muddy glimpses ‘Cause they pump out doubles of me drenched in my mother’s image But, on the darkest days, martyrs were made Is the blade sharper or was the blood thinner? Flat rate on hard refrains Twenty-something children living charades Start to play a quicker game with only one winner As the meta evolves, better claws shred the calm Hectic laws, twelve pencil sketches deck the halls Get framed, get hanged, guess it’s the luck of the draw Depending on your perspective on ending it all Let’s get it resolved Fending off ascension of a certain sort Stage left, vice-gripping the curtain cord Pale-knuckled, pull once, that’s what it’s perfect for Rain submerged the painful urge, I let go when I heard the storm [Bridge] Damn Dim it down Dim it down Listen Rip it open, let it fall, yeah Rip it open so I can reach you Rip it open, drops are big enough to Rip it open, don’t close it, yeah Settle down between the cracks in the uh Shreds confetti, the—what a mess Recycled first steps Thrashing through the fucking dry flesh Pulling back ravines ‘til I find Hold up [Verse 2] Pushing back on punches pulled Window panes preaching in broken passages Past tense, percussive pummeling Drumming up the last-ditch mulligan to drop in my last ditch Applied pressure ‘til the glass chipped Sat inside, splashing brines Stamping out the sunshine for patching up the shattered lines Cracking shrines Only grounded when the ground’s baptized in the remnants of the battered sky
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MALVADO (DIMMERLUDE) 00:57
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Blood on my hands Blood on the street Blood in my mouth Blood on my teeth And I see it clear as day When it dims down Dim it down, steer away Go in different directions when… I saw myself in the mirror Start to look down Going nowhere, going nowhere, going I don’t want to face the truth Let the water make the roots Going nowhere Dim it down
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CHAMBER DWELLING 02:32
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[Intro] This is not real Uh [Verse 1] Painstakingly paint the constellations fading on my veiny hands Mapping the same lands that planted that sustained invasive trance Rotten milk and guava juice, cotton quilts and potted roots Fake it ‘til you take a stand On rotted stilts and rainy days in grainy sands The waveforms are expanding oceans Overflowing plastic-riddled mansions floating to polyrhythmic, chanted quotients Chop and split in half the quota, not a pithy banter moment Looking up to greener pastures, knowing damn well the stares are hopeless Leaves preaching the same sweet nothings under heavy feet stumbling Muffled melodies OST troubling tendencies, repeats keep doubling Searching for a response in the shrinking space between the staff lines Read the same room again, it said the same thing as last time [Chorus] Don’t wanna be here again Thought I was on a different path, shit But here I am The air whistles, “welcome back” Don’t wanna be here again Thought I was on a different path, shit But here I am The air whistles, “welcome back” [Verse 2] Telegraphing tepid brushstrokes on dry canvas There’s an average-at-best pattern of steps, birthmark branded On the shaky left arm, right hand’s bandaged Memories implanted, unanticipated falsehoods still guiding steps of transit Fog on the field, tie a knot on the deal Wasn’t quick on my meticulous clubfeet Catching me leaning, never got a steal You flip through those same photo albums, half-expecting different faces But live afraid of changes Make it make sense or limit the arrangements Chasing fragrances in mental basements Standing stiff in optimistic nostrils, chasing Caved-in encasements taped down for twisted safety
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EVERY SINGLE MAGENTA 01:58
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Only live in apartments with guarded windows Contemplating how far I could slip into the iron curtain, caught in limbo Lead role in the shit show, tiptoe to the margin piss slow I asked the super for wider bars They told me, “rest assured,” and gave me harder pillows So I slept with one eyelid closed In the finest clothes What’s a heated home when you feel the wind in your bones? Fire escape’s like my ribcage: death rattles at the slightest shivering cold The streets seem lonelier in the middle of the road Eleven months straight of holidays, no prior engagements Rent stayed still, better start surviving in moderation, huh Prime real estate, scraping barren plastic plates Soaking desperate scratch-off remains in ceramic basins Shaky drainage, shame-riddled, consistent payments Cramming digits together, give it again to the pitiful sender Let’s face it: every brick is a different magenta But whatever saturation, every wall is meant to cave in
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19-20 TURN 02:10
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[Verse 1] The sky broke different behind the line of fifty-six crows flying Pinkish clouds, cold cinnamon sands Vibrant expanse, still living as dim as a rose dying Saw a river overflowing life and I would float by it Pricking invisible hands, woke up shivering and chose silence I was nineteen, to-do lists of blanks and ampersands Lost hope I had to go find it Back to the pitch-black current, searching this, that Blurry old spiral, in the cold nosediving Italicized rehearsal lines, unscripted bold crying This isn’t spitting perfect verses, it’s vigilant post-rhyming Baby brother’s a grown man Dirt piling on, I’m digging deep Not giving up shit, growing invincible and old climbing [Pre-Verse] Gonna climb ‘til I can’t Gonna climb ‘til I can’t Uh [Verse 2] Sit on the ledge, not the peak Distance ahead measures different with my head up Instead I watch my feet Mistral winds under my legs swinging, not a breeze Deliberate breaths If this cliff is the end, at least I got to see the top Now watch me die trying to reach my joie de vivre [Post-Verse] The sky broke different, I felt the faintest light Decided to fight, make a living instead of take a life The sky broke different, I felt the faintest light End of the dimmest nights, the time was mine to take and save my life I saved my life I saved
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GLASS DIAMOND/PV2 03:36
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[Verse 1] Remember me as me, equinox, perfect setting for the scene Sense it in the trees Speaker boxes weeping gently in the breeze Refreshing rumbles make the message bittersweet Chills recollecting yesterday’s retreats Rehearsing underwritten hymns to the deceased Sunday morning fog as heavy as the sea Caressing solemn children dressing to the teeth Bore mourning seeds early, let it pour for weeks More than chords and beats Breathing lore I’m leaving before meeting heaven’s greeting door Hear my cadence in the rain forevermore Feel the source of warmth in late December nights Around the corner, see the faint but pleasant light Blue in Green is ringing red and white I’m never dead, in every bar and breath I left a life [Bridge] Remember me as me, equinox, perfect setting for the scene Sense it in the trees Speaker boxes weeping gently in the breeze Refreshing rumbles make the message bittersweet Remember me as me, equinox, perfect setting for the scene Sense it in the trees Speaker boxes weeping gently in the breeze Refreshing rumbles make the message bittersweet Remember me as me, equinox, perfect setting for the scene Sense it in the trees Speaker boxes weeping gently in the breeze Refreshing rumbles make the message bittersweet [Verse 2] Never wince when the wind only whimpers through the bare branches Stare at brown leaves greet the ground, green-faced Penciled out a memoir where they landed Humor’s dry as the blade’s veins, try the same fate Disintegrate in the pit of fall, would I dare chance it? Twisted riddle isn’t it? Wait For the brisk air to answer Shift stances, every hair standing Spring baby skipping in winter rain Every drop glistens vivid, strange pictures with intricate grains That still glimmer while sinners are flipping the pages Gripped with a fit of rage Was never one for resolutions unless it was an ending Past resetting the present February came, everything’s the same, I guess it was useless Shovel dirt over my thirty-first Double time biological clock ticking and watch thickening plots Brake-checking the immanence of permanent rot Knowing I’m not the only one that hurts when I stop

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DIMVERSES is a reinvention, an introduction into a new world of dusty loops, dim lights, and melted bar lines. Time functions differently in the DIMVERSES, felt in the deconstruction of conventional flows and the hypnotic loops, which are both nostalgic and futuristic. Get lost in the gems; welcome to the DIMVERSES.

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released April 23, 2021

Executive produced by DEADPAN & skate33
Additional production by Sick Nick, beegee, and GXX
Mixed and mastered by skate33
Cover art by Mia Freda

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