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Disco Volante - Distant Messaging Service EP [VISUALISER]

IMPORTANT: Watch in 4K!! Any lower and YouTube decimates the bitrate 💿 📀 💿 Distant Messaging Service - Out Today 💿 📀 💿 This has been an on-and-off project over the last 4 or so months, after hundreds of hours of songwriting, mixing, animating and 87 hours and 24 minutes of rendering (thanks Adobe), it is finally finished. There are many things I'd like to go back and change but they say art imitates life so hey-ho. I'd like to make projects like this again in the future so any and all feedback and criticism are welcome!! Thank you for reading and without further ado... Distant Messaging Service by Disco Volante! Track List: 00:00 - Random Access Memories 01:33 - My LED Love 06:23 - Losing Connection 09:11 - On Hold 12:12 - Type Me//Text Me 14:23 - Electric Mouse 18:25 - Connection Lost 19:25 - Naive Melody https://www.instagram.com/livelaughlo... LYRICS: My LED Love: The light of my life an LED type Of red, green, blue What can I do? the circuitry Of uncertainty Remain unseen What does it mean? Your song of love a silicone dove Now the engines have stalled Did you love me at all? the factories Of our memories Flicker on screen Intrepidly Your broken voice Your chosen noise In MP3 A highly compressed MP3 But despite it all she says to me Estoy Aqui Estoy Aqui Losing Connection: Losing Connection All my affection goes away impossibly frigid My feelings are rigid now and then In Conversation Conversatiate with me By making our words up By losing touch with reality Sensitive Subjects Always a sensitive subject for me It's not that I don't care It's not that I don't have empathy Meaningless gestures Mean more to you than they do to me Planning your birthdays Trying my best at sincerity Making corrections (Run my fingers through your hair) Trying my best to reconnect (Under the headset that you wear) Think of the good times (Run my fingers through your hair) Think of the things I did the best (Before I fall into despair) Different perception (Run my fingers through your hair) Struggling with your point of view (Under the headset that you wear) In unification (Run my fingers through your hair) A unified front for a day or two (Before I fall into despair) In Conversation (Run my fingers through your hair) Repeating myself again and again (Under the headset that you wear) Can't think of a subject (Run my fingers through your hair) Can't think of a way to make amends (Before I fall into despair) Like watching a movie (Run my fingers through your hair) But always knowing how it will end (Under the headset that you wear) impossible cycles (Run my fingers through your hair) Wondering whether we'll still be friends (Before I fall into despair) Losing connection All my perfection fades away Through rose-tinted webcams All that I say comes back to me On Hold: Medusa beware Of the snakes in your hair When they bite you Putting on pause Over probable cause Must delight you All the little bits that I send, They amassed in the end Paper cutting you over and over But I will not fold If you put me on hold Though you'd like me to By putting in place All our friends in the space Idolise you Snow on my screen Interrupting the dream Just to spite you Though I was medusa The snakes were my lies And the bites they delivered were our compromise When I hear your tone As I pick up the phone I would die for you Type Me//Text Me: Type me, Text me Commiserate me Feeling our bodies Through colon, parentheses Follow the leader Writing a fever Missing the meaning Your tone, misleading Type me, Text me Commiserate me Feeling our bodies Through colons, parentheses Harder to read you Control, Alt, Delete you Ignore you, unfriend you Downplay that I need you Electric Mouse: Slow Down Calm Down The electric mouse is out of sight And of town Relapse Don't ever relapse How to conform, when all I know Is what you're never thinking of I look at you and you at me And everything I see is me The electric mouse is out to sea With peppermint and orange tea A patchwork sail is hoisted high Below the misty moonlit night With anchor raised, through tattered sky They leave medusas gaze tonight Alone in this I am a narcissist A chamomile I can't touch I hear your voice I have no choice To read these words With your lips To see your face In all its grace A photograph That you took I count the days I sit and wait Waiting for a future Without you