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~Surreal Space~
Harpies:
Be the wind. Be the rain. Be the moon.
Fly higher. Dream bigger. Reach for the stars.
All that is alive is born to create, but look at all of you, cursed specie - you end up just pushing datasheets in the office
~Office~
Manager:
Excuse me, are you listening to me? What time is it? You are late. Not a great first impression, don’t you think? But anyhow, how fast do you type? Are you familiar with Excel?
Kim:
Y-yes…I took an extensive bootcamp course on data entry. Right after I graduated from university.
Manager:
Bootcamp, you say? What is your degree in, anyway?
Kim: Illustration, or, technically, creative visual design. There aren’t many placements right now, so I figured I'd go for something more practical.
Manager:
I see...Well, this is your first project. Go through every single file, try not to make mistakes. Lunch is at noon, you will have 30 minutes. Don’t go overtime.
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Tell me do you cry sometimes when you're alone?
Tell me do you wanna cut the line to the office phone?
You might think I bluff
But your time is now
Pack your bags and leave tonight
It's unhandled rejection
And your senses are wired
Unexpected connection
Check your pulse
Activated and broken
Seeing truth as it is
Now that you came around
What would happen to this world?
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Interlude I
01:11
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~Surreal Space~
Hell Overseer:
Wake up, my child. It’s time.
Deadgirl:
Uhhhm...what time is it? Time for what?
Hell Overseer:
The usual. At 7 o’clock, we take warm acid showers. At 7:30, we have red-hot coals for breakfast. And starting at 8 sharp, we pour brimstone down our throats, ears and other orifices until lunchtime. Then, we take a short break, wish upon a lucky star that this all will be over soon, and at around 12:30, we continue with the brimstone straight up until 5. Some like to take an extra hour after 5, to prepare for the next day, but it’s not mandatory.
Deadgirl:
So...I am ...in hell?
Hell Overseer:
Well, why are you being so dramatic? On Fridays we all steam in the same cauldron and discuss our experiences. We usually order pizza, too. See? It’s not that bad.
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Stop Go
03:12
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I feel my hands reach out to light
There's world outside but I can't go on and play
For you it's no problem
But I can't do this anymore
You tell me it's nothing
But I can't go on like this...
There has to be more
Stop Go
There has to be more
Stop Go
There has to be more
Stop Go
Like a rat on the wheel
... I keep spinning
Stop Go
There has to be more
Stop Go
There has to be more
Stop Go
One day I might break
And I'm afraid
What would happen then
What would happen?
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Interlude II
01:16
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~Surreal Space~
Deadgirl:
Dear diary. I don’t remember how long I remained in this place. I simply lost count of time. I started dreading seeing my reflection. Whomever keeps looking back at me scares me. Where am I? Who am I? How much longer can I carry on?
~Office~
Manager:
Okay, I will repeat myself again - this is extremely crucial that we pull together as a team. I know we have been all working overtime since March, but this time, we really need you working over the weekends, too. The company’s success is in your hands. As of tomorrow, we will be holding two team meetings a day - one at 10am, as per usual, and one at 7pm. When this is all over, everyone gets a promotion, but, just so you know, no pay raise. Thank you, again, for being such good team players!
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ColourBlind
04:18
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Black. White. Colour. Blind.
Holy holy holy holy holy church of money
Black. White. Colour. Blind.
Holy holy holy holy holy church of money
Every time I look
The sky is changing shape
Colours undefined... right
Black. White. Colour. Blind.
Holy holy holy holy holy church of money
Black. White. Colour. Blind.
Holy holy holy holy holy church of money
Pixelated, bright
I can't recall what's right
Overclock my mind
Take this a sign of hope
Take this as a promise
Take this as a road to happiness
Black. White. Colour. Blind.
Holy holy holy holy holy church of money
Black. White. Colour. Blind.
Holy holy holy holy holy church of money
Ryan:
You are not your job, your tax bracket or your bank account
Working sixty hours a week is not a badge of honour
You are but an asset to be disposed of by the system that doesn't care
So don't care about it
Sing, dance, rebel
Give only to those that give to you
Take nothing but love in return
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Interlude III
01:21
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Hell Overseer:
Therein lies the land of eternal shadow, the valley of death. Perpetual winds disturb the ever-sleeping desolace, yet roaring storm never cometh. A lonesome place. The only thing that comes close, really, is the stagnancy of a swamp.
Deadgirl:
Where are we now?
Hell Overseer:
A flatland. A dark side of the moon. A flat line. A dessert at night. A warm colour of the Marianne trench. A place where hopes come to die. That space in-between, where the misplaced sense of personal responsibility meets the buyer’s remorse.
Deadgirl:
Why did we come here? This place SUCKS.
Hell Overseer:
Well put.
Harpies:
What is she doing? What is she wearing? What is she eating? What IS she?
~Office~
Manager:
I. don’t. Care. Is the report ready? Were you...were you sleeping just now? Is that a coffee stain on your shirt? Disgusting.
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Anhedonia
04:14
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Condemnation.
Drive.
Success.
Reward-driven behavior
Anhedonia is a diverse array of deficits in hedonic function, including reduced motivation or ability to experience pleasure. It refers to reduced motivation, reduced anticipatory pleasure, reduced consummatory pleasure and deficit in reinforcement learning.
Every day becomes the same
Grey mess
Augur shakes their head in vein
Pluto's out of phase
Throw your hands into the air
And watch your hopes and dreams they're peeling off
And behind the mask of care
You afraid, there's nothing there
Stare into the gaze of beast
And you will burn your eyes
Hydra known for many names
And it likes ties
Throw your hands into the air
And watch your hopes and dreams they're peeling off
And behind the mask of care
You afraid, there's nothing there
Sell your time
Sell your body
Learn to live
Like everybody
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9. |
Interlude IV
01:29
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~Surreal Space~
Surreal voices:
We keep believing that personality is a fixed concept. If someone was born excitable and creative - they remain like that forever. We tend to think of behaviors that deviate from the pattern we used to as “uncharacteristic”. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Journeys change us. Journeys matter. We are myriads of journeys.
Hell Overseer:
So where are we going next?
Deadgirl:
What???
Hell Overseer:
Where are we going next? We've been wandering this valley of death over here for a while. It’s kinda getting old by now. I mean...there’s only so much about it I can deliver in a mysterious voice. The place is kind of ...empty.
Deadgirl:
Is this...up to me to decide where we go next?
Hell Overseer:
Yes… You see, this is the beauty of hell - once you are that deep below, everything above where we are now is much much better. Where to?
Deadgirl:
Take me to your leader
Hell Overseer:
You got it!
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Paperweight
06:20
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And if I refuse?
And If I shake off this shadow
Off my shoulder blade
And if I reject?
And If I erupt like volcano
And scatter the skies with ash
Bare your teeth
Like a shark
Find your way
In the dark
Light and fast
No compromises
No slaves, no masters
No surprises
No slaves no masters
No slaves no masters
No slaves no masters
Ryan:
Evil is misplaced blame
It is banning plastic straws while coke continues to produce thousands of tones of plastic every year
Evil is misplaced worth
It is veneration of the billionaire class
Who got rich demanding we all go back to work during the pandemic
Evil is misplaced power
It is politicians believing that government serves no role
While being given the keys to the halls of power
To ensure our communal assets are being sold off to the highest bidder
Evil is complacency
It is all of us watching this happen
And doing nothing to stop it
No slaves no masters
No slaves no masters
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Interlude V
01:24
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Kim: What the [beep] do you want from me? Take you [beep] promotion, shove it into your [beep] [beep]. I'm outta here.
~Surreal Space~
Harpies:
Oh, no...here she comes. Get your feathers outta here. It’s not worth it.
Hell Overseer:
Well, that was... exhilarating! I don’t remember anyone talking to the lord of hell in this way before. I mean, hell wouldn’t freeze over this, but still.
Deadgirl:
Thank you, you’ve been a great companion and a great help.
Hell Overseer:
Any time. What are you going to do now, since you got a free pass back to life?
Deadgirl:
I might as well spend it doing something I love doing. And no holding back.
~Metal show~
Deadgirl (now alive):
Ahh...f*ck
Once again, I am not a merch girl. I am a supporting act.
Did I come back from the dead for this?
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Eternal Merch Girl
03:36
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And I hate people like you
Cause you don't listen to people like me
And I hate people like you
Cause you don't listen to people like me
And one day we'll find you on the bottom of the well
One day we'll find you on the bottom of the well
We will act surprised in the mock concern
And we break champagne and... (drum fill)
And one day we'll find you on the bottom of the well
One day we'll find you on the bottom of the well
We will act surprised in the mock concern
And we break champagne and... (drum fill)
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