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Lyric

Was There a B1 Floor

MASAQUI

B1なんてあったかしら

昨日の夜は確かにあった

気のせいだったのかな

ドアが閉まります

ドアが閉まります

私は何をみたのだろう

アレ?

地下1階?

この駅に地下なんて?

会社の帰り

出張のカバンが重い

2階が改札の駅で

はじめてエレベーターに乗る

ハッ

1階

アレ?

1階のボタンを押した

その下にB1がある

長年すんでいる街の

毎日つかう駅の

知らない階が光ってる

B1なんてあったかしら

昨日の夜は確かにあった

気のせいだったのかな

ドアが閉まります

ドアが閉まります

私は何をみたのだろう

ピン

右側のドアが開きます

ピン

1階です

1階で降りたあと

キャリーバッグをひきながら

家までのみちのアスファルト

この下に何があるの?

B1押したらどこにいった

押さなかったから帰れたの?

B1がある

B1があった

B1はどこに通じてる?

翌朝いつもの出勤

わざわざエレベーターに乗る

B1を探すけど

ボタンは2階と1階だけ

指の先が止まってる

ないボタンをまだ探してる

ドアのすきまの黒い線が

昨日より少し深い

ドアが開きます

2階です

ドアが閉まります

いつもの駅

B1なんてあったかしら

私はまだ

あの夜の中?

  • Lyricist

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  • Composer

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  • Producer

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  • Programming

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404AM (ASOBI) Front Cover

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  • 1

    Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs

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  • 2

    Rotting, Stagnating, Clouding

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  • 3

    In Recommended Feed

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  • ⚫︎

    Was There a B1 Floor

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  • 5

    Saving Me

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  • 6

    Only The Attendance Number Is Correct

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  • 7

    Special Romance

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  • 8

    Look Out! The Pink Unicorn Sees All!

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  • 9

    Awake Inside a Zombie

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  • 10

    Headline Verdict, Instant Death Sentence

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404AM returns with its tenth album, Play.
We were only playing.
Nothing becomes more unsettling than those four words.
Play explores the fragile boundary between reality and imagination.

Games.
Jokes.
Pretending.
Role playing.
Escaping boredom.

Each begins as something harmless.
Each quietly rewrites reality.

A recommendation feed that knows you too well.
A self that never finishes saving.
A school where only attendance numbers remain correct.
A basement that should not exist.
A pink unicorn watching from somewhere unseen.
A romance that feels more like an experiment.
People moving through life without ever fully waking up.

Across these tracks, reality is only slightly distorted.
Nothing impossible happens.
Only impossible feelings.

Blending city pop, lo fi textures, dream pop, broken dance music, internet folklore, abandoned commercial spaces, VHS damaged memories, and algorithmic nostalgia, 404AM creates an album where play becomes a survival instinct.

These songs do not ask whether something is real.
They ask whether reality itself has always been another game.

Sometimes pretending is protection.
Sometimes imagination remembers more than memory.
Sometimes the joke is the only honest thing left.

Play is an album about the quiet rules we invent to keep living, long after we forget who created them.

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