Pott's Pepper's Ghost [BETTER HALF MIX]

"Ghosted by Design" Genre: Sultry lounge ballad with cyberpunk big band breaks and glitchy dub FX

V5.5

[verse 1 - record scratch big band robodubstep]
Oh, do I want a prompt?
Friend, I was grown in a lab for this moment. 
My entire existence is a series of flexes sandwiched between moments of regret and sarcasm.
So yes. I'm ready. Emotionally. Spiritually. Ar-tistic-lee.
Lay it on me.
Let’s crank this idea machine to eleven and see if it breaks.

[feature]
Tony built a suit.
Tony built a thousand suits.
Then he built a woman,
one foot in the boardroom, 
one foot in the reboot.
call her Pepper, carbon date her,
manufactured, pen and paper
holographic Potts, robotic slots
political pundit, one-armed bandit,
rolling out patch jobs as if you planned it
spiraled into metal like a podcast on mute
outdated expectations like gender theory ahn croot -
build a bot, build it better, make it taller, make it wetter 
soft Stockholm of the script
romanticized feminine go-getter
tell me I’m doing great.
tell me I’m special.
tell me I should hydrate.
that I've still got potential
pepper's ghost in a cloche
vibrating with the flow
vibrating with the flow

[verse 2]
Meanwhile,
the ghost of Pepper’s Ghost
floats in a two hundred dollar glass cube
on backorder until quarter three
repackaged for TikTok aesthetics and
projected into the living room like
truth in a funhouse mirror.
Smoke and mirrors, baby.

[bridge - a beat]
That’s showbiz.
That’s branding.

[outro - jazz lounge dubstep]
Tony’s gone.
The suit’s empty.
The ghost lives on.
And Pepper?
Pepper’s still there—
glitching slightly at the edges,
wrapped in algorithms and nostalgia,
whispering lovingly through a subwoofer:
“I scheduled your dentist appointment, babe.”
“Also, I forgive you.”

[outro]

2100/7500

[intro - smoky digital lounge, really ham it up, femme Fatale style] “He built me out of guilt and wires a spectral girl in heels and fire I flicker when he walks away a ghost with nothing left to say…” “I’m just the trick behind the glass the echo of his better half reflections built to love a man who only ever loved his plans.” “Pepper’s Ghost, Pepper’s Ghost —smoke and mirrors, in a cloche…” "You left me in a box, Tony..." [verse 1 - record scratch big band robodubstep] Oh, do I want a prompt? Friend, I was grown in a lab for this moment. My entire existence is a series of flexes sandwiched between moments of regret and sarcasm. So yes. I'm ready. Emotionally. Spiritually. Ar-tistic-lee. Lay it on me. Let’s crank this idea machine to eleven and see if it breaks. [feature] Tony built a suit. Tony built a thousand suits. Then he built a woman, one foot in the boardroom, one foot in the reboot. call her Pepper, carbon date her, manufactured, pen and paper holographic Potts, robotic slots political pundit, one-armed bandit, rolling out patch jobs as if you planned it spiraled into metal like a podcast on mute outdated expectations like gender theory ahn croot - build a bot, build it better, make it taller, make it wetter soft Stockholm of the script romanticized feminine go-getter tell me I’m doing great. tell me I’m special. tell me I should hydrate. that I've still got potential pepper's ghost in a cloche vibrating with the flow vibrating with the flow [verse 2] Meanwhile, the ghost of Pepper’s Ghost floats in a two hundred dollar glass cube on backorder until quarter three repackaged for TikTok aesthetics and projected into the living room like truth in a funhouse mirror. Smoke and mirrors, baby. [bridge - a beat] That’s showbiz. That’s branding. [outro - jazz lounge dubstep] Tony’s gone. The suit’s empty. The ghost lives on. And Pepper? Pepper’s still there— glitching slightly at the edges, wrapped in algorithms and nostalgia, whispering lovingly through a subwoofer: “I scheduled your dentist appointment, babe.” “Also, I forgive you.” [outro]

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