periphery
04:41

#music #lyrics #warpaint 

warpaint - undertow (edit)

your brown eyes are my blue skies / they light up the rivers that the birds fly over / better not to quench your thirst / better not to be the first one diving in / though you caught me and you know why / you breathe in the deepest part of the water

what’s the matter / you hurt yourself? / open your eyes and there was someone else / now i’ve got you in the undertow / now i’ve got you in the undertow

why you wanna blame me for your troubles / ah ah ah you better learn your lesson yourself / nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight

nobody in my mind / nobody in my mind

I feel it in my heart tonight


05:04

#jose gonzalez #music #lyrics 

jose gonzalez - stay alive

there’s a rhythm in rush these days / where the lights don’t move and the colours don’t fade / leaves you empty with nothing but dreams / in a world gone shallow / in a world gone lean

sometimes there’s things a man cannot know / gears won’t turn and the leaves won’t grow / there’s no place to run and no gasoline / engine won’t turn and the train won’t leave / engines won’t turn and the train won’t leave

I will stay with you tonight / hold you close ‘til the morning light / in the morning watch a new day rise / we’ll do whatever just to stay alive / we’ll do whatever just to stay alive

well the way I feel is the way I write / it isn’t like the thoughts of the man who lies / there is a truth and it’s on our side/ dawn is coming / open your eyes / look into the sun as the new days rise

and I will wait for you tonight / you’re here forever and you’re by my side / I’ve been waiting all my life / to feel your heart as it’s keeping time / we’ll do whatever just to stay alive

dawn is coming / open your eyes

look into the sun as the new days rise

there’s a rhythm in rush these days / where the lights don’t move and the colours don’t fade / leaves you empty with nothing but dreams / in a world gone shallow / in a world gone lean

but there is a truth and it’s on our side / dawn is coming open your eyes / look into the sun as the new days rise

05:10

#childish gambino #music #lyrics 

childish gambino - heartbeat

fuck this 
are we dating?
are we fucking?
are we best friends?
are we something
in between that?
I wish we never fucked, and I mean that

(but not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fucking awesome)

woody allen neuroticism in rap form. can totally empathise though. 

04:58

#mutual benefit #lyrics #music 

mutual benefit - advanced falconry

and oh the way she moves / always on the run / and to look into her eyes / will make a fool of anyone

and she talks softly / sees through me / says something / I can’t hear it / but I won’t forget / the way she flies

oh to stare into the void / and see a friendly face / and find meaning in a word / in a moment of rare grace

and she talks softly / sees through me / says something / I can’t hear it / but I won’t forget / the way she flies

talk softly / walk slowly / take nothing / I can’t see it / but I won’t forget / the way she flies
04:52

#phosphorescent #music #lyrics 

phosphorescent - song for zula

some say love is a burning thing / that it makes a fiery ring / oh but I know love as a fading thing / just as fickle as a feather in a stream

see honey I saw love / you see it came to me / it put its face up to my face so I could see / yeah then I saw love disfigure me / into something I am not recognizing

see the cage it called / I said come on in / I will not open myself up this way again / nor lay my face to the soil / nor my teeth to the sand / I will not lay like this for days now upon end

you will not see me fall /  nor see me struggle to stand / to be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands / you see the cage it called / I said come on in / I will not open myself this way again.

you see the moon is bright in that treetop night / I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light / my feet are gold / my heart is white / and we race out on the desert plains all night

see honey I am not some broken thing / I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee / no my heart is gold / my feet are light / and I am racing out on the desert plains all night

so some say love is a burning thing / that it makes a fiery ring / oh but I know love as a caging thing / just a killer come to call from some awful dream / O and all you folks / you come to see / you just stand there in the glass looking at me / but my heart is wild / and my bones are steam / and I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

04:45

#deli spice #music #lyrics 

델리스파이스 - 챠우챠우
deli spice - chau chau 

I hear your voice / I hear your voice / I hear your voice / I hear your voice

no matter how hard I try to make it stop / no matter how hard I try to make it stop

I hear your voice / I hear your voice

no matter how hard I try to make it stop / no matter how hard I try to make it stop

I hear your voice / I hear your voice

15:43

#t.s. eliot #poetry #words 

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

- East Coker, T.S. Eliot

19:37

#jack gilbert #words #poetry 
Highlights and Interstices, Jack Gilbert

We think of lifetimes as mostly the exceptional
and sorrows. Marriage we remember as the children,
vacations, and emergencies. The uncommon parts.
But the best is often when nothing is happening.
The way a mother picks up the child almost without
noticing and carries her across Waller Street
while talking with the other woman. What if she
could keep all of that? Our lives happen between
the memorable. I have lost two thousand habitual
breakfasts with Michiko. What I miss most about
her is that commonplace I can no longer remember.

19:34

#jack gilbert #words #poetry 
The Manger of Incidentals, Jack Gilbert

We are surrounded by the absurd excess of the universe.
By meaningless bulk, vastness without size,
power without consequence. The stubborn iteration
that is present without being felt.
Nothing the spirit can marry. Merely phenomenon
and its physics. An endless, endless of going on.
No habitat where the brain can recognize itself.
No pertinence for the heart. Helpless duplication.
The horror of none of it being alive.
No red squirrels, no flowers, not even weed.
Nothing that knows what season it is.
The stars uninflected by awareness.
Miming without implication. We alone see the iris
in front of the cabin reach its perfection
and quickly perish. The lamb is born into happiness
and is eaten for Easter. We are blessed
with powerful love and it goes away. We can mourn.
We live the strangeness of being momentary,
and still we are exalted by being temporary.
The grand Italy of meanwhile. It is the fact of being brief,
being small and slight that is the source of our beauty.
We are a singularity that makes music out of noise
because we must hurry. We make a harvest of loneliness
and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos.

19:28

#jack gilbert #poetry #words 
Michiko Dead, Jack Gilbert

He manages like somebody carrying a box
that is too heavy, first with his arms
underneath. When their strength gives out,
he moves the hands forward, hooking them
on the corners, pulling the weight against
his chest. He moves his thumbs slightly
when the fingers begin to tire, and it makes
different muscles take over. Afterward,
he carries it on his shoulder, until the blood
drains out of the arm which is stretched up
to steady the box and the arm goes numb. But now
the man can hold underneath again, so that
he can go on without ever putting the box down.