little island (REMIX) - top25

gluesticky

minimal Haunting lullaby techno, 20s female singer, lilting rhythm, tarantella, wavy melody

《《《《 There is a part 2 -- check my page! 》》》》

POV : her brain cells are discussing what she is doing, setting up her dream.

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•°○ -- DREAM THEATRE ••• INSIDE HER HEAD  -- ○°•

down down, into the silence
round round adrift and mindless
dreaming in technicolor drown in crystal skies
Down Down

Ladies and gentlemen… or should I say neurons and synapses, 
Welcome back to another episode of: 
*‘Inside Her Head When She’s Supposed to Be Sleeping!’* 
It’s 2:47 a.m., the Wi-Fi’s holding on by a single bar, 
And our girl’s been scrolling for… 47 minutes straight. 
Let’s tune in, shall we?”

She’s lookin’ at crystals again…
Nah bro, now it’s conspiracy theories  something about lizard billionaires and kombucha.
She does this every night. Same pattern: memes, trauma posts, moon phases.
Classic. Someone get her melatonin before she tries to manifest another ex.
But oh no 
wait for it
here comes the twist.
Ohhh no. She’s lit the joint. 
Everyone hold your ions  we’re about to ascend.
Bro, she’s lookin’ at her hand like it’s got the secrets of the universe in it.
Oi! She’s about to to text her ex again! Someone disable the the phone.
And just like that
Yo… why are my thoughts… *echoing?
Echoing, echoing, echoing… HA! Bro, I’m a remix!
Wait… did anyone else hear colors just now?”
Yeah mate, I can smell blue… and it smells like confidence.
Oi… who turned gravity off? My kneecaps just left the chat.
I’m floating, bro! I’m basically a balloon with trauma!
Shhh… the fridge just laughed at me.
Nah that’s just your reflection, champ. You’re cheesing like a busted possum.
Focus, focus she’s movin’! We gotta look normal!
Standing up without narrating it, maybe?
Too late… she’s walking to the kitchen in slow motion like a movie trailer.
Where’d I put the Tim Tams…?
Yeah… and a hint of 2007 nostalgia.
Im never coming down.
She never did.

And… she’s back. 
The hero returns to her natural habitat 
Blanket burrito formation… 
One sock on, one lost to time.
Oi, she’s scrollin’ again. Same thumb, same doom.
Why do Pisces always fall for emotionally unavailable Geminis?’
Bruh… we’ve seen this one.
She’s back on that astrology page. If Mercury goes retro one more time, I’m quitting.
Still got Tim Tam crumbs in the sheets, chief.
The body’s winding down. 
Heart rate dropping. 
Cortisol out, serotonin in. 
She’s drifting… drifting…
She’s entering REM! Positions, people!

Alright! Who’s in charge of dreams tonight?
Not me last time I was in charge, we ended up late for a class from 2009!
Nah nah nah, let me steer I got ideas.
Your last ‘idea’ was a talking dolphin with commitment issues.
Hold up. Let’s vote. Quick. Before she’s fully out.
The committee assembles  chaos meets democracy.
Alright, alright  we do this proper. Dream agenda: 
No exes, no public nudity, no weird teeth-falling-out sequences, yeah?
Agreed. But can we get at least one flying scene?
And a soundtrack? Last time was just whales crying.
“Nah mate  tonight we go cinematic.

Slow motion. Thunder. Bass drops. Maybe a talking cloud.
Bet. Who’s running point?
Hold up. Let’s vote. Quick. Before she’s fully out.
The comm: *Whatever the hell her subconscious decides.*
Act One… me, trying to remember where I put my charger. 
Act Two… everyone I ever met shows up in the same room at Woolies. 
Act Three… I still can’t find the toilet.
She’s really doing it look at her own dream!
Yeah, and we paid premium seating for this.
I’m floating past the wifi zone, 
Through messages I’ve never shown, 
All my ghosted texts wear crowns of chrome, 
And they’re singing ‘Girl, you’re not alone.’” 
That hook’s a banger though!

Down, down… into the silence, 
Round, round… adrift and mindless. 
Dreaming in technicolor, drown in crystal skies…
The crowd gasps she’s mixing genres again! 
Half trap, half ballad, one hundred percent existential crisis.
Oi! Did we just get auto-tuned mid-sentence?
I see my anxiety doing cartwheels with confidence, 
Depression at the bar ordering mocktails with serotonin. 
They’re all besties now I’m out of a job.
 I’m queen of the chaos, empress of the glow, 
Running on impulse, ready, set, go!

And there it is  the finale drop!
Wake me up when the dream takes flight, 
I’ll ride these beats into the night. 
From my little island to crystal skies, 
Even in sleep, my spirit flies.
And thus ends the Dream Theatre. 
Critics call it ‘chaotic but relatable.’ 
Tomorrow morning, she won’t remember a thing.
And just like that… the curtain falls. 
The dream dissolves.

But inside her head chaos never clocks off.
Oi, that was a straight-up banger dream, best setlist we’ve had all week!
Bruh… she had anxiety doing cartwheels. That’s not a rave, that’s a circus.
Technically, it was an immersive phonk-trap-neuro hybrid experience. 
Very *postmodern subconscious* if you ask me.
Shut up, bro  it was chaos! But fun chaos.
She hasn’t even had her coffee yet, 
and the reviews are already rolling in.
I rate it 10/10  better than last week’s dream where she fought a giant pigeon.”
Oi, don’t bring that up again. Still got feathers in my memory.

And there it is… the final plot twist. 
She’s… going back to sleep.
She’s… going back to sleep.

in my little island 
i’m a little high at 
night i meet the light 
Or maybe… she’ll just hit snooze.

in my little island 
i’m a little high at 
night i meet the light 
around my middle eye 
let the day away what 
ever came my way i 
lie in bed and pray the 
sun will rise again 
down down 
into the silence 
round round 
adrift and mindless 
dreaming in technicolor drown 
in crystal skies

Oh no… 
she is awake!!! 
Shhhhhhhh… 
Stop the music. 
AHHHHHHHHHH!!! 
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DREAM?! 
…oh my god…”

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《《《 HUGE THANK YOU TO IPLUSAI FOR THE INSPIRATION AND TO THE SUNO TEAM AND OTHERS FOR MAKING THIS COMMUNITY REMIX COMPETITION HAPPEN........MUCH LOVE - GLUESTICKY- 》》》

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《《《《 There is a part 2 -- check my page! 》》》》 POV : her brain cells are discussing what she is doing, setting up her dream. ----------------------------------♡ •°○ -- DREAM THEATRE ••• INSIDE HER HEAD -- ○°• down down, into the silence round round adrift and mindless dreaming in technicolor drown in crystal skies Down Down Ladies and gentlemen… or should I say neurons and synapses, Welcome back to another episode of: *‘Inside Her Head When She’s Supposed to Be Sleeping!’* It’s 2:47 a.m., the Wi-Fi’s holding on by a single bar, And our girl’s been scrolling for… 47 minutes straight. Let’s tune in, shall we?” She’s lookin’ at crystals again… Nah bro, now it’s conspiracy theories something about lizard billionaires and kombucha. She does this every night. Same pattern: memes, trauma posts, moon phases. Classic. Someone get her melatonin before she tries to manifest another ex. But oh no wait for it here comes the twist. Ohhh no. She’s lit the joint. Everyone hold your ions we’re about to ascend. Bro, she’s lookin’ at her hand like it’s got the secrets of the universe in it. Oi! She’s about to to text her ex again! Someone disable the the phone. And just like that Yo… why are my thoughts… *echoing? Echoing, echoing, echoing… HA! Bro, I’m a remix! Wait… did anyone else hear colors just now?” Yeah mate, I can smell blue… and it smells like confidence. Oi… who turned gravity off? My kneecaps just left the chat. I’m floating, bro! I’m basically a balloon with trauma! Shhh… the fridge just laughed at me. Nah that’s just your reflection, champ. You’re cheesing like a busted possum. Focus, focus she’s movin’! We gotta look normal! Standing up without narrating it, maybe? Too late… she’s walking to the kitchen in slow motion like a movie trailer. Where’d I put the Tim Tams…? Yeah… and a hint of 2007 nostalgia. Im never coming down. She never did. And… she’s back. The hero returns to her natural habitat Blanket burrito formation… One sock on, one lost to time. Oi, she’s scrollin’ again. Same thumb, same doom. Why do Pisces always fall for emotionally unavailable Geminis?’ Bruh… we’ve seen this one. She’s back on that astrology page. If Mercury goes retro one more time, I’m quitting. Still got Tim Tam crumbs in the sheets, chief. The body’s winding down. Heart rate dropping. Cortisol out, serotonin in. She’s drifting… drifting… She’s entering REM! Positions, people! Alright! Who’s in charge of dreams tonight? Not me last time I was in charge, we ended up late for a class from 2009! Nah nah nah, let me steer I got ideas. Your last ‘idea’ was a talking dolphin with commitment issues. Hold up. Let’s vote. Quick. Before she’s fully out. The committee assembles chaos meets democracy. Alright, alright we do this proper. Dream agenda: No exes, no public nudity, no weird teeth-falling-out sequences, yeah? Agreed. But can we get at least one flying scene? And a soundtrack? Last time was just whales crying. “Nah mate tonight we go cinematic. Slow motion. Thunder. Bass drops. Maybe a talking cloud. Bet. Who’s running point? Hold up. Let’s vote. Quick. Before she’s fully out. The comm: *Whatever the hell her subconscious decides.* Act One… me, trying to remember where I put my charger. Act Two… everyone I ever met shows up in the same room at Woolies. Act Three… I still can’t find the toilet. She’s really doing it look at her own dream! Yeah, and we paid premium seating for this. I’m floating past the wifi zone, Through messages I’ve never shown, All my ghosted texts wear crowns of chrome, And they’re singing ‘Girl, you’re not alone.’” That hook’s a banger though! Down, down… into the silence, Round, round… adrift and mindless. Dreaming in technicolor, drown in crystal skies… The crowd gasps she’s mixing genres again! Half trap, half ballad, one hundred percent existential crisis. Oi! Did we just get auto-tuned mid-sentence? I see my anxiety doing cartwheels with confidence, Depression at the bar ordering mocktails with serotonin. They’re all besties now I’m out of a job. I’m queen of the chaos, empress of the glow, Running on impulse, ready, set, go! And there it is the finale drop! Wake me up when the dream takes flight, I’ll ride these beats into the night. From my little island to crystal skies, Even in sleep, my spirit flies. And thus ends the Dream Theatre. Critics call it ‘chaotic but relatable.’ Tomorrow morning, she won’t remember a thing. And just like that… the curtain falls. The dream dissolves. But inside her head chaos never clocks off. Oi, that was a straight-up banger dream, best setlist we’ve had all week! Bruh… she had anxiety doing cartwheels. That’s not a rave, that’s a circus. Technically, it was an immersive phonk-trap-neuro hybrid experience. Very *postmodern subconscious* if you ask me. Shut up, bro it was chaos! But fun chaos. She hasn’t even had her coffee yet, and the reviews are already rolling in. I rate it 10/10 better than last week’s dream where she fought a giant pigeon.” Oi, don’t bring that up again. Still got feathers in my memory. And there it is… the final plot twist. She’s… going back to sleep. She’s… going back to sleep. in my little island i’m a little high at night i meet the light Or maybe… she’ll just hit snooze. in my little island i’m a little high at night i meet the light around my middle eye let the day away what ever came my way i lie in bed and pray the sun will rise again down down into the silence round round adrift and mindless dreaming in technicolor drown in crystal skies Oh no… she is awake!!! Shhhhhhhh… Stop the music. AHHHHHHHHHH!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DREAM?! …oh my god…” -----------------------------------♡ 《《《 HUGE THANK YOU TO IPLUSAI FOR THE INSPIRATION AND TO THE SUNO TEAM AND OTHERS FOR MAKING THIS COMMUNITY REMIX COMPETITION HAPPEN........MUCH LOVE - GLUESTICKY- 》》》

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