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lara's hype eng

lara's hype eng

lara's hype eng

lara's hype eng is a mirror project: English-language adaptations of Lara's Telegram-post songs, keeping the original post numbers, links, deadpan specificity, dark systems, awkward tenderness, and optimistic techno pulse. These are not literal translations; they are English cuts that try to sound as if the same tiny domestic catastrophes, jokes, bureaucratic sparks, and strange warmth had happened in English first.

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  • 500 - 118. The Dress

    118. The Dress from lara's hype eng vol. H. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/118-2 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/204 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Autonomy is the base, no bullshit, clean contact Equal footing or nothing, that's the contract But somewhere in the quiet there's a different request: The dress, the Michelin table, your lawyers on my mess [Verse 2] I remember maybe twice when the balance was right Someone danced me exactly right and I fought it on sight I was waving a flag I hadn't proven yet Now I'm saying out loud: I liked it, no regret [Chorus] Don't mock it, don't bury it, don't pretend it's fine You can want the tasting menu and still hold the line Autonomy is firmware, not a prison wall Wanting something pretty is not a fall [Bridge] First instinct: say nothing, delete, move on That instinct is exactly why I wrote this song Rambling, semi-public, quarter past midnight [Chorus] Don't mock it, don't bury it, don't pretend it's fine You can want the tasting menu and still hold the line Autonomy is firmware, not a prison wall Wanting something pretty is not a fall [Outro] Same balance, second duality At least admit the right to want it Base layer still intact

    Sun, 30 Jul 2023
  • 487 - 501. Below the Baseboard

    501. Below the Baseboard from lara's hype eng vol. AF. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/501 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/587 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Two constants that will floor me every time Small talk and a non-native accent on the line Brain starts processing the phonemes, processing the style What comes out is what came in — mirrored, word for word [Verse 2] Topics going nowhere, syllables gone strange Brain is burning through its budget, so it rearranges I can hear myself and something isn't right That's a mirror with an accent speaking for me tonight [Chorus] Below the baseboard Every language, below the baseboard Small talk plus a foreign accent — I go mute I cannot stand to hear myself in these moments [Verse 3] I had something I could say but the brain already quit It just mirrors back the input, doesn't care a bit Content, style, phonetics — all of it returns I'm in here somewhere, but the signal never turns [Chorus] Below the baseboard Every language, below the baseboard Small talk plus a foreign accent — I go mute I cannot stand to hear myself in these moments [Outro] Hear myself Cannot

    Thu, 06 Nov 2025
  • 486 - 492. Fat Chance

    492. Fat Chance from lara's hype eng vol. AE. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/492 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/578 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Another day I want to be a librarian Or an archivist, doesn't matter which Somewhere quiet enough to think a sentence Where people don't make static in my brain Either because there's no one there Or because they're exactly like me [Verse 2] A bookbinder, a keeper, anyone Who doesn't have to explain why they're done Where there are card catalogs and dust on shelves And nobody pings the group chat just to ping [Chorus] We're burning out — yeah right, fat chance Nope We're burning out — don't hold your breath Nope We're not going dark anywhere We're just quiet Nope [Bridge] Just like me Quiet like me The kind that doesn't flicker Just like me [Chorus] We're burning out — yeah right, fat chance Nope We're burning out — don't hold your breath Nope We're not going dark anywhere We're just quiet Nope

    Tue, 28 Oct 2025
  • 485 - 486. The Thorn

    486. The Thorn from lara's hype eng vol. AE. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/486 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/572 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Three-cent captain's wisdom, obvious and true: want a thing done, do the thing — who knew? To-do list built on nerves, to-do list built on dread, enough to keep me busy till I'm dead. [Verse 2] End of a packed day, normal people pour the wine, cue the movie, lay the dominos in line. I'm scrubbing metal primer off my hands and off my face, then spray the second coat — the neighbours get a taste. [Chorus] God, where is the button, the one that pulls the thorn out of my side? Spat into the world with a bundle of neuroses — continuous activity until I die. The thorn. The thorn. The thorn. Where's the button? [Bridge] Movies, wine, and dominos — that's not me, that's not tonight. But the second coat will go on even, and the neighbours will appreciate it. Eventually. [Chorus] God, where is the button, the one that pulls the thorn out of my side? Spat into the world with a bundle of neuroses — continuous activity until I die. The thorn. The thorn. The thorn. Where's the button?

    Sat, 11 Oct 2025
  • 484 - 479. In the Archive

    479. In the Archive from lara's hype eng vol. AD. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/479 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/565 Lyrics: [Verse 1] More and more I feel it: my place is in the archive. Living in time that already passed, nobody rushing anywhere. You're free to spend your minutes the way the universe intended — yours alone. Working with eternity, the infinite corpus, packing it all into a system. [Chorus] Fast, fast, dirty, good enough, need it yesterday, just give me something. God, it makes me sick. God, it makes me sick. [Verse 2] Dissect it, turn it over, every angle, no fear of missing out, no clock. Progress breaks the system far less than once a second. And here — it's quiet. The archive holds. Infinity is shelved right here, and no one screams "I needed this last week." Here I am. [Chorus] Fast, fast, dirty, good enough, need it yesterday, just give me something. God, it makes me sick. God, it makes me sick. [Outro] Personal minutes. Eternity. The corpus. Nobody rushing anywhere.

    Wed, 01 Oct 2025
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