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Automated Distress Signal
Lyrics by Sybil Grace
This is an automated distress signal, it will play on repeat until answered.
In the spring of 1979, fearing the collapse of disco music, an international alliance; backed by the Swedish Navy, created the International Disco Protection Unit (IDPU).
The IDPU commissioned a top-secret Sjoorman Class Submarine codenamed “The Glee Serpent”.
An international crew of sailors, musicians, and fashion icons was selected to operate the boat. The crew was led by a handsome rogue known only by his codename Oceaneer.
Our mission;
to keep dance music alive at all costs.
June 13, 1979, during a routine dance party, 42 nautical miles southwest off the coast of Bermuda.
A subaquatic anomaly switched our intelligent jukebox computer, known as S.O.N.A.R. into hunter-killer mode.
The entire crew was sucked into S.O.N.A.R.’s computer simulation, trapping us inside a never-ending musical wargame.
As the records inside S.O.N.A.R.’s jukebox gradually wore down, Our ship began to be attacked by an increasingly stronger adversary known only as the Antagonist.
For an unknown number of years, my crew and I have done our best to fight back, forging weaponized instruments out of the materials on hand.
Our chief electrician managed to switch S.O.N.A.R. into broadcast mode, however, S.O.N.A.R.’s computer refuses to play anything other than dance music.
The following songs are meant as a documentation of our mission, and Poseidon willing, our best shot at finding a way home.
If you’re receiving this message, there may still be hope for my surviving crewmates.
Citizen, we pray that you play this music loud and help us find our way home.
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Stern Discipline
03:56
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Verse
Wake up for my duty (This Rack Stays Hot)
Putting on my trousers (They’re starched and washed)
Button up my shirt (Make those dolphins pop)
Give my hair a little squirt (Let’s tame the crop)
Brush and floss my teeth (engage mouthwash)
Fresh polish on my shoes (put my cap up top)
Squeeze into the galley (for some eggs and slop)
Target a solution on the coffee pot.
It won’t be long
I’m on the conn
It won’t be long
Till I have control
It takes stern discipline to squeeze it in
So Every day we grind the grind
Just to finish and feel satisfied
We run a tight ship baby
This post will stretch you thin
so dog that hatch And prepare
for stern discipline
To Begin
[Down] | Where the sun don’t shine (For way too long)
Passing by my crewmate (hide a weary yawn)
Crouching under bulkheads (my neck feels raw)
Perpetual patrol (since things went wrong)
I’m Burning down the treadmill (my headphones donned)
Pushing endless plate (Keeps my muscles strong)
I Smile in the mirror (whistle that old song)
The vinyl’s worn out but the music lives on.
Bridge
[It Takes] | Stern discipline
Hold up my end.
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Crush Depth
05:04
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I'm going deeper
I'm going deeper
I'm going deeper Bay Bae
I'm going deeper
Deeper than I’ve ever been before
I’m going down
I’m going down to crush depth
My Instrument is screaming
The atmosphere is squeezing
The pressure hull is leaking
I can’t control the sinking
I’m going down
Oh no
I’m going down
need an emergency blow
Test Depth
Design Depth
Crush Depth
Captains log…
Maritime Date: twenty two dot two nine five at 34 hundred hours
Location: Deeper than I’ve ever been before
The surface was never enough for me, I ain’t no skimmer
I’ve spent my life chasin’ the bubble.
I’m going down
I’m going deeper
I live without fear
Signed Oceaneer.
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S.O.N.A.R. Nights
04:34
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Sonar Nights
Tonight we’ll make the sonar ping
Until the sirens start to ring
Tonight we’ll make the sonar ping
Until the sirens start to ring
I can see you feeling down
Let the music sort it out
Down here we’re above the law
Let the Sonar guide you
There was a time
when even light
was afraid to shine
So For tonight,
embrace your light,
and shine on that dancefloor [BAY-BAY]
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