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SLIPPERY (Remastered)

neighbour
male vocals, Dark 80s-inspired synthpop with hypnotic electronic drums, icy sequenced basslines, pulsing analog synth arpeggios, gated reverb snares, melancholic dance-floor energy, detached yet emotional vocals, moody post-punk atmosphere, repetitive trance-like hooks, minimalist verses that bloom into massive choruses, Cold neon nightclub feeling, emotional disassociation wrapped in movement, Mechanical drum-machine groove with subtle human fragility underneath, Layered synth textures that feel slippery, anxious, romantic, and nocturnal, vocals half-spoken and half-sung, drifting slightly behind the beat, Long instrumental passages, evolving synth modulation, dramatic builds without explosive EDM drops, Stylish, haunted, urban, emotionally restrained but secretly yearning, Slightly surreal lyrical tone with dream-fragment imagery and repeating phrases, Crisp production with spacious low-end and shimmering top-end, like dancing through heartbreak at 2AM
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(verse) i can almost make a home here just squatted and eyes dark my hands held open he’s sewing my future years progeny paper for the folding i wasn’t even breathin’ but he goes and dons the scope say he knows me something i’ll live with remainder my days well, he lies like he knows pretends like he knows, he knows everything (refrain) may every dream prove true / (but my every dream proves rude) / may every dream touch you / (my every dream includes spoons) no more crying on the dance-floor / (so we’re crying in the dance-hall) / no more crying over left arms / (now we’re crying for the right one) (chorus) slippery slippery far away another bad night, another crazy day slippery slippery gone again another bad boy another may day [short musical interlude] (verse) so what if golden strangers stalk god-bless his cardiac health, god-bless him, bless him well he recognizes the fingerprint like a radio ignites tell him i wasn’t even breathin no lord, wasn’t even tryin’ to bat the hatches i’m on the long streak something i’ll live with, something i’ll live with… well, he lies like he knows pretends like he knows everything (lie like you know, lie like you know, everything) (refrain) may every dream prove true / (but my every dream proves rude) / may every dream touch you / (my every dream includes spoons) no more crying on the dance-floor / (so we’re crying in the dance-hall) / no more crying over left arms / (now we’re crying for the right one) (chorus) slippery slippery far away another bad night, another crazy day slippery slippery gone again another bad boy another may day [echoes and musical outro]