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Perera Elsewhere's 'Everlast' LP is due out NEXT WEEK on October 28th!!!! 
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Perera Elsewhere - The Zap

Walk'n'fall

Insight XX (Robot Koch Remix)

can't you hear the canned laughter?
can't you hear the waves?
people coming to their senses
everyday
mock your thoughts
give up your plot
your plans are losing weight
the crows are circling
they know somethings up
something’s up
something’s up
something’s up


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Im SO stoked to be able to  share my new single with you !! 
I fell in love with synthesizers,  while producing my new LP : arpeggiator heaven! Can't wait to let you listen to the rest.....

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https://open.spotify.com/album/5ffMv2Dpu2gzm3FKIF81IG
https://fofmusic.lnk.to/SomethingsUp

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artwork by Gene Glover X Hugo Holger Schneider

Something's Up

BUY TRACK

2017 single / lim ed. 7" vinyl (BBI 0297)http://bbislandmusic.com/shop/she-keeps-bees-our-bodies-7inch-vinyl-limited
performed, recorded by She Keeps Bees, 
written by Jessica Larrabee

::: Our Bodies :::
Basic Right
we must defend
choose whether and when
without being demonized
cause what control
can we have with 
no control
her body knows
need no chaperone
mother crow
help us mother crone
crow out it’s not your choice
we dare to practice  
medicine 4000 years old
but what’s important now
is that I mind my body and you mind your own
underside
for those who can afford the right 
risk sickness, death or cast aside
to the hell with a woman's life
mother crow
help us mother crone
crow out it’s not your choice
lie to control me? 
we demand autonomy
your fear is sickness not hereditary 
let me liberate me
our bodies  our own
our bodies are our own
our own body  our own choice
don’t control me
we demand autonomy
your fear is sickness not hereditary
let me liberate me

Jessica Larrabee about the song:

"I wrote this song last year, during the election, as I watched my mother's fight become my own. It’s a response to the calls from various politicians to strip women’s healthcare rights away in many states.

While writing, I tried to evoke the voices of my ancestors to help me say: we will not be punished or denied healthcare, and we will not be silenced.

In the lyrics, “Mother Crow” represents watchfulness. They have been known to alert prey to hunters, warning dear and other birds of coming danger. In fairytales and myths, crows are the keepers of the narrative and speak to us directly. 

The song summons energy to break the cycle of control, calls on our ancestors and wise animal guides, to crow-out for all spirited, liberated women: “Our own body, our own choice.”

(c)&(p) 2017, BB*Island, under exclusive license from She Keeps Bees

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Our Bodies / Head Of Steak

Our Bodies

She Keeps Bees - Our Bodies

STAR PUPIL

Love me like an atom bomb. 
Burn and freeze me while I come. 
I keep your fallout on my tongue so I can rain down in angry songs. 
black shrouds leave corpses in drains. 
black clouds rain corpses of the plains. 
would you dance with me skin to skin to skin?
my pupil stars - oh lonely! - are as wide as they are grim;  
I was lost inside your life-like dream.
I was wakened from a field of bloody wings
by tanks of  wolves that were howling at the sun;
who buried us so deeply to see what we become. 

You frack my hull with gasoline and break my skull to leave your seed. 
we don’t need needles - we’re played on ghost cassettes 
we don’t need withdrawals, we’ve already placed our bets
on bloated vultures over fed - circle buzzwords of the dead;
cash cow leaders - we’re coerced to eat our own;
and our feelings can’t be hurt when we’re just drones.
—
drowning in your lies we’ll stand up tall 
and grow a million limbs or none at all
you bruised the heavens skin 
as swallows eat the clouds 
and I will never hear another sound 
—
The armored taste of napalm lips. 
Dragon teeth to poisoned ditch. 
Lysergic sermons proved their worth. 
salute hallucinations in the dirt. 
the manics grieve for every time and space
what gardens leave the graveyards will taste
don’t need needles - we’re played on ghost cassettes 
don’t need withdrawals  we’ve already paid our debts


artwork by me self

Deathcrux

Star Pupil

Неудачное свидание

cinematic avant-pop from Ural, Russia 
available on Spotify 
https://open.spotify.com/track/2pUbuAwy4fq0Spn1IGArJY
or iTunes
https://itunes.apple.com/album/rybak/1308158671?i=1308158675

Walk'n'fall

Quite Ordinary Case

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