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Time, Time, Time
03:41
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falling backwards through an upset mind
there is nothing left to you but time
time, time, time
make it work
time, time, time
make it work
why, why, why
won't it work
time, time, time
make it work
contorting with every falsity
yearning shambles never set you free
time, time, time
make it work
time, time, time
make it work
why, why, why
won't it work
time, time, time
make it work
(!)
time, floating backwards...
time, floating backwards...
time, floating backwards...
time, floating backwards...
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in glass morning the night is still hulking, we
re arrange all our ceilings and look to see
all the places and people to be and the way
our cruel faces do undo their seams
and these unreal hours fetter
our dreams to which we are tethered and
we could make us feel better and
we could make us feel better
lorca lullaby carnation sleep and dream
all the while the horse still won't drink from the stream
in the sky is a portraiture see all the absence,
the absence, ambivalent trees
and these unreal hours feather
our dreams to which we are tethered and
we could make us feel better and
we could make us feel better
as we are, oh
just as we are, oh
as we are, oh
just as we are, oh
in glass morning the night is still hulking, we
re arrange all our ceilings and look to see
all the places and people to be and the way
our cruel faces do undo their seams
and these unreal hours tether
our dreams to which we are tied
oh and we could make us feel better
and we could make us feel right
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why do I keep thinking of things then
over and over
why do I keep looking for the end
over and over
maybe it's the way that I look in the mirror
in the morning when the mirror is a liar and I can't see myself
never no no never know never know why never know no never know
oh oh oh oh
why do I keep falling in myself
over and over
while memories keep sinking in deep wells
over and over
oh oh oh oh
why do I keep falling in myself
over and over
why do I keep falling in myself
over and over
la yi ya yi ya, la yi ya yi ya
la yi ya yi ya oh la yi ya yi ya
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Shake, Don't Shiver
03:59
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the wondrous stereophonic sound
of your supple effusing
motions careening
everywhere inbetweening
sine wave smile oscillate
all the while weight drifts to dust
all your boarded windows now
a fountain of fantastic
debris ripped ruthlessly
from broken frames by new feeling
ghostly voices grab your palms
lead you in the unknown red sun
shake don't shiver, shake don't shiver
break your body, quake don't quiver
shake don't shiver, shake don't shiver
break your body, quake don't quiver
shake don't shiver, shake don't shiver
break your body, quake don't quiver
shake don't shiver, shake don't shiver
break your body, quake don't quiver
all of your delusions are
delusions of delusions
and your body movements are
thunderclaps in bobby pins
strewn in scatter-shot about
turning all the earth's dirt to mud
your busted lips purse to kiss
blood on those who forgot when
sky was just a face and no
implications lied within
hopes are tinged aggressions and
thoughts are just displacements of time
shake don't shiver, shake don't shiver
break your body, quake don't quiver
shake don't shiver, shake don't shiver
break your body, quake don't quiver
shake don't shiver, shake don't shiver
break your body, quake don't quiver
shake don't shiver, shake don't shiver
break your body, quake don't quiver
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Birds of Genet
04:44
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my heart's in my hand
and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in
the bag, and the bag
is shut, and my heart is caught
soul strings plucked on porcelain
her fingers are washing away
in memory novocaine
again
falling backwards like the spring
softly awakening
somewhere the birds do sing
my hand's in my heart
and my heart is pierced, and my heart's in
my hand, and my hand
is shut, and my heart, is caught
soul strings plucked on porcelain
her fingers are washing away
in memory novocaine
again
falling backwards like the spring
softly awakening
somewhere the birds do sing
birds of prey, birds of genet
birds of genet, birds of prey
[enter wilderness]
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Stephanie in Stone
05:45
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another day
and on her way
she goes home
on a train
stephanie's gone on home
stephanie's trapped in stone
she's drowning all the time
all we do is undo her mind
stephanie's trapped in stone
stephanie's trapped in stone
at home
the furnace melts the wall
the bedbugs crawl from door to hall
poor stephanie, poor stephanie
it's faint. and every bit of darkness
is paint which covers up the outlets
poor stephanie, poor stephanie
outside
a rhythm drifts in
a truer thought begins
on a halted breeze
she sharks to her knees
stephanie's all alone now
stephanie's trapped in stone now
stephanie speaks
conterminously
talking to the trees
moonaged stephanie
and on
the spattered cloud in song
resolve on swaddled second skin
and stephanie, and stephanie
the rain unknown in perfect silence
the trains afloat in hollow violence
and stephanie, dream stephanie
(exit)
lightyears
piercing the skies
my dears
you'll never die
lightyears
piercing the skies
my dears
you'll never die
lightyears
piercing the skies
my dears
you'll never die
lightyears
piercing the skies
our fears
will always die
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Perseus Vibrain New York
twitter.com/wettbutt
perseus vibrain is a solo musician born 12/26/1991 living
in brooklyn & attending columbia university
an elegiac white hand in the sky that catches your body when it plummets from joy's arching plateaus which crumble beneath your feet as you tether a chain of ghosts around your throat & the sun and snap your neck with the stars
perseusvibrain@gmail.com
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