Altitude Sickness (JET GIRL) [SOCKEM MIX]

(✈️ Track Two: Jet Girl — “Altitude Sickness” Genre: Broadway intro into Robostep / Cyberpunk EDM Vibe: Starts like West Side Story on anti-psychotics, drops into glitchy vertical warfare robostep 🎷 Intro (as above): Big band, snaps, call-and-response “Jets vs. Tanks” musical satire THEN glitch out the horns into robo-scratched synth Let the brass corrode into machine decay) [INTRO - 1960s broadway musical satire, big brass band, lilting wood winds, big trombone and tuba, clarinet, snaps, whistling, parody, vinyl crackle, grammophone sound, dueling duet, bongos, soaring strings, call and response, jazz clarinet trills, layered percussion, male vocals] hey over here! Hey JET JET JET JET GIRL! yeah you! beat it! TANKS TANKS JETS JETS YEAH! [first drop - synths, organs, reverberating, cool clean, sharp lines, crisp airline dubstep, techno, acid house elements, robostep, female vocals, hyperfemme, sexy, smart, nerdy with glasses and a mean streak] When the dust clears… only one name’ll echo in the smoke… Jet. Girl. [verse 1 synths, organs, reverberating, cool clean, sharp lines, crisp airline dubstep, techno, acid house elements, robostep, female vocals, hyperfemme, sexy, smart, nerdy with glasses and a mean streak] JETS JETS JETS JETS (ooooh Can't anybody see?) Gonna fly high like a jet sultry summer night sweat catch you creeping on my profile just the shadow of my silhouette [Chorus] We're throwin' tanks and jets at the problem Throwin' tanks and jets at the problem Throwin' tanks and jets at the problem No one's gettin' out But we all in Wooo! [verse 2] JET JET JET JET JET GIRL Altitude sick, get a whiff of my vapor trail perfume pheremones Leavin' you behind like unread mail we throwin' tanks and jets at the problem mile high club remix rock 'em sock 'em solvem: only one name'll echo in the smoke JET GIRL [bridge] ALTITUDE SICKNESS and an attitude problem go go go go go go gadget thickness rock 'em sock 'em solvem echo in the smoke! JET GIRL! [big wub drop - whistles, tuba, screaming clarinet, trumpet] WOO! No one's gettin' out but we all in! WOO! [Feature - hyperfemme, masculine female energy] I don’t land—I descend black box beats and a vape pen friend goggles on, lipgloss loaded mission file: hearts exploded Hit the bass like a sonic boom strut through a no-fly zone in costume I got drama in my flight path read your fate off a polygraph Never said I’d make it clean— but I’ll look sick in the war crime scene. Jet. Girl. Now boarding. [Chorus] We're throwin' tanks and jets at the problem Throwin' tanks and jets at the problem Throwin' tanks and jets at the problem No one's gettin' out But we all in [outro] We're throwin' tanks and jets at the problem Throwin' tanks and jets at the problem Throwin' tanks and jets at the problem No one's gettin' out But we all in