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billboards, whispers of code
In the cyberpunk city where stories are told
A dystopian ballet, shadows in sync
In the virtual reality, we swim and sink

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Yes

Yesstory

1992

memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive

Such moments are when we
Need to solve problems, deal with
Reality, and move forward
But fear is a call to retreat and retrench

This is precisely what

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe

An Evening of Yes Music Plus

1993

memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive

your days

The things are more difficult
As you can see
Fictional reality is different
From your fantasy, fantasy

Ill imaginations
Chaos in your motions

is this real, and tell me how did we get here?
Euphoria is blinding me from common reality.
Cadence in perpetual motion, and it never ends.
It never

is this real, and tell me how did we get here?
Euphoria is blinding me from common reality.
Cadence in perpetual motion, and it never ends.
It never

is this real, and tell me how did we get here?
Euphoria is blinding me from common reality.
Cadence in perpetual motion, and it never ends.
It never

Coded emotions embedded in
Unsettling motions of crafted skin
A mirror image of myself inside
A swirling sea
Disintegrating me
Confined by limitation

Awakened at dawn, device cradled in dreams,
Snapshots echo, nocturnal streams.
Spilt ambrosia, omens in liquid form,
Virtual scrolls, seeking solace

Scared of what he’ll say,
Or what comes with it, 
What I’ll pay per day,
To play the virtual reality games I play
I swear I’ll sway, away
Some circus

The devotion sets in motion, under neon light
The heights we've reached were such a site
The shops are props and people pop
Eastern Lights

when you play me like an instrument
Revving up my engine on the PCH
Turning up the music feel the 808s
Put my plans in motion, don't got time to waste
My

incompetence

Hard to find red linoleum inspiring
Can I accept my fate, the reality transpiring
Should I sabotage my hiring
Seasoning stained orange fingertips

circular motion
Heart made of chrome I can't feel no emotion
Tired and I know it but I keep on rolling
I'm flicking out ashes and throwing down roaches
Dome

of mashups
'Poops, and other ridiculous TF2 remix content. It was eighteen minutes long

"The Nick Drake Virtual Reality Experience"

The prison of choice for

the seas
Like I'm expanding the league
Like jimmy b
Whatever team sign me gon
Have to cut a lot of trees
No virtual reality
I'm really living all my dreams

see
In 20/20 is all I see 
You could feel it like 10K on a TV screen 
From virtual to reality
I said, some gonna hate it and the others gonna be proud

Taken away, you'll see, to a home away from this virtual reality
We've been here all along we'll say, how did we not notice
Open your eyes friends, for

what's the after effect
The virtual dimension
Is it's true and own ascension
You can take it, you can have it
Cherish it or cause some havoc
You can either

on a shaky ground

We live life of bittersweet and deep emotion
Caught up in virtual reality slow motion
What does it take for you to find a resolution