TR3

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A song about the amazing, but short-lived, NYC club Tier 3 (AKA TR3)

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Were we ghosts
When we scratched the walls
Did our noise remain
the contagion of rhythm

Pasting day-glo
against black and white
dance noise reaction
of corrosive addition

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An inflammation of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

A sudden ballet
On a brief palisade
in the black light of downtown
All shards are imagined

Pasting day-glo
against black and white
dance noise reaction
of corrosive addition

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
The information of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

Forging ghosts
When we scratched the walls
In the noise remains
the contagion of rhythm

White Street ballet
Corrodes black and white
Dance noise infraction
Inflamed our condition

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to the sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An inflammation of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
The information of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

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from Maximum R&D, track released February 3, 2016
Produced, arranged, composed, and performed by James Britt

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