1. |
Bleeding Out,
05:40
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Every day
I wake wandering
Will it be the last time I’m the other thing?
The last time I’m someone else?
My heartbeat thundering
As my fingers slide across the window pane
The shutters cracked and the porch light on
I fear you’ll hear
Hear the sounds that bleed out
Seeping through the cracks in the wall
My reflection (under wire skies)
Nowhere but within (pull the needle out)
Reinjection
Something that’s always been
In many ways
I feel it all at once
And now I see
Someone here who once was me
Discovering who that could be
I stitch the seams
Connect it all as I find the ways
To feel as though that that’s enough
I fear you’ll hear
Hear it all as I cry out
Bolting through the glass as it falls
False starts false end but we need it to begin
fall starts fall ends but we need it to be in
close range close up close the door and shut it in
closedown in the ears and the mirror speaks again
(I need it. I want it. I’m craving something else.)
Woke up saw you bleeding out in your father’s mug
Fall back see you crying now in your mother’s hug
Energy flows to the base of your neck
Blockaded by the thought of being better with rest
The moment it shows again and again
It won’t serve you now and only entertains your death.
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2. |
Hover
05:04
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You came to me in a dream
Approach the body carefully
Paint the scene neon green
Cause beauty won’t make death clean
Standing there quietly
A comfort that’s so rarely seen
You place the bird between your teeth
And impart your wisdom all over the bone
You were so kind to everyone you met
It’s confusing why you left so soon
I wish I had gotten to know you better I wish I had gotten to know you better I wish I had gotten to know you better
It’s been sometime but you’re still here
In every park bench and every citi bike
Here it comes, the moment I realized I’ll never play that song the same again
Took too long to find out
Who you really were
Stood too long on the outside of the stained glass.
U think they flew away but then they hover
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3. |
Over Me.
07:23
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Noise breaks through my skin suddenly
All that’s stirring to begin sits over me
Like robins on the wire eyes beaming down
They whisper their desires
Of fine design they keep confined
And tied around the neck
Refracting time in jagged lines
I’m sprawled out on the deck
While we watch from the parapet.
Keep the key inside the drawer
The coffer holds what the mind ignores
You wanna know why the robin cries?
Look to the chest with your faded eye
Keep the key close to the source
The coffer holds what the mind ignores
You wanna know why the robin cries?
Look to the chest with your faded eye
My friend move your arm
Outside these walls there may be harm
It’s not enough now for you to know
The ribbons change with every snow
Speak now release the peace
Chaos exists within you and me
Set fire while the fingers hold
The ribbons ears as you tear the bow
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4. |
May
07:15
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The way you love every shape of me the same
I cherish every moment that you’re close to me today
It’s something that I never thought I’d feel with someone else
And I’ll make sure the space you made is there for you the same
May I stay the night this night the first of May?
While we talk of how we’d be without bodies to our name
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5. |
The Dust Return
04:29
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It doesn’t matter what I say the dust will always be there
It doesn’t matter how I rest the rabbit lives in my mind
It doesn’t matter what I think when the basement is a vacuum
And even if I write the granite dust is stored for me to find
To dust, to dust you shall return
As long as the fire, as long as the fire burns
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6. |
While The Moon Dissolves
04:32
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Swim out from the beach
Marking sigils in the sand bank
So I can feel connected again
While the moon shines over me
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7. |
My Garments
07:11
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^My face felt newly born each day
A garment slightly torn these ways
I’m speaking with a thorn these days
A vision never worn these ways^
*A shape in light no more no more
No fear in becoming, moving towards the door*
I could feel me move through faces
A mask for every ounce of expression
The garment met with pain and laughter
So hide the feminine at home
You dress me up with eyes that can’t see
Past the surface of expectation
A predetermined idea too fragile
With future vision deeply rooted in the past
It clones me it clones me
Til I lose all sight of the bones in me
I’m washing I’m washing
My garments in the water I bled in when I was
born today. I’m born today and I’m free to feel how I feel today
Fermenting in the subtle way
Diluting just to sublimate
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Patience fading
Staring down there at my feet
Why should I keep bending to the version that you want from me?
A copy of a copy
A marketable being
Who said that I had to be the poster of androgyny?
Energy fading
Up at night I’m trying to sleep
Wading through my memories to prove that I’m still really me
Why are you shaming?
It means what it means to me
Who the fuck decided that you give me my identity?
**
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8. |
Credo
05:25
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I’ll never forget that night
Slipping into fluid hallucinating on oxygen
Every corner of the room was shifting
You were all there. glowing, ethereal forms
Radiating fire,
water,
air,
and earth.
3 figures standing firmly in the rushing river waters
A fourth was sitting in front. no features, only fluidity~~~
It approached me and I knew that I knew this water all too w e l l…
I wonder if I can go back, and if i do will i see you
The fourth in the radiant guards watching over this fluid being
People that I didn’t get the chance to show these changes
But instead get to see me from behind some psychic veil.
Sometimes I sit and feel that ur not really gone still sitting in that orange chair surrounded by your family
I whispered in your ear as you moved towards that river
My final parting words to help take watch over that water.
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9. |
...still unnamed.
17:34
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Altimetry Brooklyn, New York
~environmental and emotive sonic spaces~
Altimetry is the creative outlet for Brooklyn based musician Brice Edward.
Drawing from many influences (musical and non-musical), Altimetry is a project that is not meant to have boundaries.
(they/them)
booking: altimetrymusic@gmail.com
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