HOLOGRAM HOMETOWN

HOLOGRAM HOMETOWN Planet of Galactica Mixtape TH-CARTER / Tom DankZ Track 8 INTRO —Projector on.Coordinates loading.Not a postcard.A signal. HOOK - Hologram hometown, glowing in the room,Brisbane to Ipswich, Gold Coast in the bloom.Every world I walk through knows the sound I found,Every new room, every road, every sign,Got a little of the old signal living in the line.I can take the future. but I keep my hometown.Hologram hometown, no pin on the wall, Just a light in the work when the night starts to fall. I don’t need to go backwards to know where I’m bound, I can take the future but I keep my hometown. VERSE 1 — The desk went dark, then the blue line drew,A river made of light in the middle of the room,Not a city on a screen, not a place I can sell,Just the shape of where the first ideas learned to dwell.Brisbane in the beginning, when the page had a pulse,Ipswich in the backbone when the pressure was rough,Gold Coast in the window when the future got wide,Three quiet coordinates that I carry inside.I got a notebook, a folder, a draft not complete,A clean little car detail that I fixed by repeat,A tag from a project, a sketch from a night,Every small made thing put a mark in the light. let the projector run,Let the old hard lessons and the new work become one, Not a logo in the sky, not a perfect parade, Just the people and the places that gave room to be made.I used to think the next world meant the first one had gone,Then a chord hit the room and the whole thing came on,Hear a street in the rhythm, feel a hill in the phrase,Every route that I take holds the sound of those days. HOOK - Hologram hometown, glowing in the room,Brisbane to Ipswich, Gold Coast in the bloom.Every world I walk through knows the sound I found,Every new room, every road, every sign,Got a little of the old signal living in the line.I can take the future. but I keep my hometown.Hologram hometown, no pin on the wall, Just a light in the work when the night starts to fall. I don’t need to go backwards to know where I’m bound, I can take the future but I keep my hometown. VERSE 2 — Home is not a caption, not a flag, not a frame,It’s the hand that said “keep going” when the draft had no name,It’s the mates who held the beat while the first verse shook,It’s the person who could see what was hidden in the book.It’s the work in the detail when the panel sits clean,The patience in a rebuild, the discipline unseen,No race for a status, no rush for a scene,Just a careful kind of pride in the spaces between.Adult botanical culture stays thoughtful and clear,No miracle promise and no haze over here,Know the laws where you stand, keep the choices aware,Then return to the art with a calm in the air.Encrypted little memories in a phrase I can fold, Not to hide from the world, just to let it unfold,Some meanings need time before the whole thing is found,Like a home signal low underneath every sound.Respect to the Traditional Custodians of the lands and waters we share,To Elders past and present, and the knowledge carried with care.No borrowed story for a costume or claim, We listen, learn, and make with respect in the frame.I got sky in the hard drive, salt on the sleeve,A past I can carry and a future to weave,Every world that I enter gets a light from the source,Not an anchor that drags me a launchpad of force. HOOK - Hologram hometown, glowing in the room,Brisbane to Ipswich, Gold Coast in the bloom.Every world I walk through knows the sound I found,Every new room, every road, every sign,Got a little of the old signal living in the line.I can take the future. but I keep my hometown.Hologram hometown, no pin on the wall, Just a light in the work when the night starts to fall. I don’t need to go backwards to know where I’m bound, I can take the future but I keep my hometown. VERSE 3 — So I fold up the light and I step through the door,Not to leave where I came from, but to build something more,Every new orbit carries a familiar tone,Every fresh idea has a root in the known.If the room feels foreign, I can tune it back in,To the voice that got stronger from the place I’d been,To the wet-weather mornings, to the long work nights,To the people who made space for a small dream’s light.This is not a goodbye, it’s a hand on the rail,A note in the archive, a wind in the sail,From a desk in Galactica to a Queensland sky,I carry the signal and I let it fly. HOOK - Hologram hometown, glowing in the room,Brisbane to Ipswich, Gold Coast in the bloom.Every world I walk through knows the sound I found,Every new room, every road, every sign,Got a little of the old signal living in the line.I can take the future. but I keep my hometown.Hologram hometown, no pin on the wall, Just a light in the work when the night starts to fall. I don’t need to go backwards to know where I’m bound, I can take the future but I keep my hometown. OUTRO- Projector off.Signal stays #HologramHometown #PlanetOfGalactica #THCarter #TomDankZ #AussieHipHop #AustralianHipHop #AustralianRap #AussieRap #HipHop #RapMusic #NewMusic #NewRelease #IndependentArtist #IndieMusic #AustralianMusic #QueenslandMusic #BrisbaneMusic #IpswichMusic #GoldCoastMusic .