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Augmented Reality

by Midnight Satire

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1.
A.R. 03:19
I’m sorry friends and family I’ve been cold and distant recently Packing notes in my pocket Sticking forks into light sockets Seeing where reality can bleed I’ve been thinking of mortality Hair’s falling out like skinny, autumn leaves My hand now hurts from playing I’ve seen the road post the paving Now I’m second guessing everything that’s me Everything that’s me Everything that’s you
2.
Stuck inside my home Stuck inside my home of which I do not own Wondering if I can do this alone Holding down my own I’m picking out cologne As the world it aches and groans Fumbling with my deaf tone Can’t get off my phone Disconnected to the net We’re stuck in spider’s webs Smothering my head with smoke Something in me knows Knows what can’t be know, knows I’m not yet grown Covering my hands with soap Scrub between my toes It’s drying out my bones, I’m buying all new clothes And I’m wondering if this will make me whole I’m wondering if this will make me whole Yeah I’m wondering if this will make me whole
3.
Detuned and out of sync I’m running my brain on empty Giving it all I can give Got give it all for the kids Doing what I can for a like I’m living on a diet of flies Eating what I can to survive Sunbathing underneath a fake sky Learn how to forgive, I promise not to fuck around Learn how to forgive, I’ll always let you down I wanted more from the start Music made for bleeding hearts But I couldn’t throw the ball very far My smarts couldn’t hide enlarged scars Learn how to forgive, I promise not to fuck around Learn how to forgive, I’ll always be the clown God I know, I tried my second best God I know, I’m failing my Job test Sitting here stroking my pride I wanna feel a bit more alive My ego shifts more out of key The longer I hang out with me Learn how to forgive, I promise not to fuck around Learn how to forgive, I won’t always be around God I know, I tried my second best God I know, I’m failing my Job test
4.
Generic, Old 04:05
You were staying up all night We were fighting about the president When we fight I’m always hesitant To insist my side is right I just wanted things to change You were happy they stayed the same But here’s the funny thing The thing we want is the same Feels like writing home So we’re at it, back and forth Ever affirming our anchor points Points from pundits who coined a phrase Dependent thoughts we regurgitate So we sharpen our pens Find a way to offend the “them” But Our points are dull and lame From penning the same things Feels like writing home Indoctrinated since my birth Got a doctorate that’s only worth To be privy to the power not for them Let the talking heads prevail again So rinse, repeat. set the cycle more, Seven years, plus four-score. Screens in hand, propaganda guns Log me in to the world-wide-weapon “We’re killing babies in the womb!” All who chose you for the right to choose? So we agree to disagree, what a world that we complete Do we turn the other cheek? Or raise the dead? “The earth is heating is up!” We may stop speaking, enough was enough
5.
Chin up Back straight Forward Eyes front Dukes up Don’t be afraid Because the world’s pushing back in unique and scary ways And you’re sitting in a daze, hours bleeding into days Weeks fade into months and years collide And you’re holding onto something that you learn is really nothing While you’re young and up-and-coming While your youth is ever-loving Years fade into life and life soon dies But life is reborn, from death its saved Not long lifeless, your body lay Angels will visit you, at your grave It won’t take but three days, to the roll the stone away As the angel’s passing over, you feel you’re getting older You’re fighting to move forward, you left an empty scoreboard Centuries of human weakness soon subside And your body’s lighting up, like some distant supernova stuff Your organs turn to mud, and you feel your bones erupt That bright white light sure wasn’t a lie And at the gates, you feel his eyes He held your hands “Look at me, We never die Wake from your life, we’re now alive Thomas never doubted us, we doubted his surprise.” We doubted his surprise Chin up Back straight Forward Eyes front Dukes up Don’t be afraid
6.
Interlude 01:14
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Solo artist Midnight Satire, has released their first 2nd Major release titled Augmented Reality. A six track, 20 minute piece of artistry that blurs the sounds between indie rock, ambiance, and aspects of eletronica to create this incredible feeling of a nostalgic present. Something I believe we have all felt from time to time in our own ways.



By starting off the record with A.R. you are entranced with a combination of acoustic guitar and digital synths accompanied by a gritty digitized vocal track. This contrast between acoustic and digital sounds gives you the feeling of nostalgia while reminding you of the very daunting present and future of everyday life. The tracks that follow do so seamlessly. Rather than ending they bleed into one another carrying the album along.



The record focuses very much on the mundane aspects of being constantly connected to our phones and social media, while also contemplating the realities of physical life and what it means to be alive in this very digital world we are surrounded by. A Not-So-Serious Man really harkens to the idea of being engulfed in social media and the false realities while figuring out one’s own purpose and feeling miserable in comparison to these ultra-perfect ideas of life. These ideas are juxtaposed with a very bright and enjoyable sound that never makes you feel too overwhelmed with these concepts, but rather enough to create contemplation while listening.



The record finishes with a six minute track titled Cycle of Spira which reflects on the end of life, how moments become timeless and years pass before you realize until your final day. It only makes sense to finish a record focusing on life and it’s passing with its final destination, death. But this is not a sad view on death, rather it's telling that death is nothing to be afraid of, it’s about your reflection on life and how the other side lies a whole new life ahead. The songs starts off subtle and reminiscent picking up until it becomes a very upbeat, hopeful tune, sounding almost excited for what is to come. A very impactful way to end a record focusing on the sadder more existencial side of life. There is not a dull moment here as every track brings its own flavor to the album bringing everything together.

- Noelle Janasiewicz of Doors at 7

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released May 13, 2022

Produced and Mixed by Kyle Hoffer
Mastered by Kristofer Crummett


Christian Kady - Composition , Lyrics, Acoustic Guitar, Lead Guitar
Kyle Hoffer - Additional Composition, Bass, Lead Guitar Backup Vocals
Chris Perez - Drums
Eddie Brown - Trumpet, Trombone
Preston Hardwick - Rhythm Guitar, Backup Vocals, Drum Machine, General Sauceman
Ian Brooker - Saxophone
Kimi Kady - Backup Vocals
Bobby Kady - Backup Vocals
Ashley Smith - Backup Vocals
Frank Friend - Piano

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