Conersations With Silence

m. butterfly HQ. talking to silence. all on tape.

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Ambient-Country

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John Harris born 1948 in London, England is a British painter and illustrator, best known for working in the science fiction genre. His paintings have been used on book covers for many science fiction authors, including Isaac Asimov, Frederik Pohl, Ben Bova, Orson Scott Card and Jack Vance. He currently lives in Devon, England. 

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Liz Harris, Idea of a Door at Portland Museum of Modern Art

http://portlandmuseumofmodernart.com/Liz-Harris-July-2015

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Pilot Song

Is there a pilot for this mess of cells For this suit of heart and breath For this arrogance and fear It's not clear The science of the soul The spirit studies Extensive research of why it hurts So much Now I'm tired I've had enough Of gestures and pose Of fragments of speech They say it makes sense And it doesn't The world spins so fast My head goes double time I trip and I fall forever And the hallways are endless.

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lofisadcore.

new facebook page, if you like sad loner music you should ‘like’ it. x

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hi everyone. as of today butterfly house has been changed to m. butterfly. i felt the project was moving away from the band orientated slowcore and towards more solo sad-alt-country. i wanted a change of name to signal this. here is a new song called yes, always. new album to follow soon. love love.

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The truth is, we know so little about life, we don't really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.

Kurt Vonnegut

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Existence blues

I’m 25 but am I alive? I feel the heat but don’t see the flame Lightening scars across my skin I guess that’s what you call living When we’re young we’re scared of the night Now monsters walk in the day Pick up your feet be on your way Before the storm moves in

I got the existence blues

Baby you’re not ugly everyone else is Branding judgement on our hides It’s fair to say some people are awful It’s fair to say some people are lost So pray to Nietzsche pray to Camus As if they ever had a clue The world will never know what it gave us And neither will we

I got the existence blues

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Yes, Always

Would I stare into the abyss and make it blink? Would I scream the name of god in the church of nothing? Would I sing hallelujah into the void? Would I push against the gravity surrounding? With my eyes closed With my arms tied back As honest as the hope in my gait Always

Would I skirt around the disciples crying rapture? Would I rearrange the fabric of the night? Would I bargain for the throne with the devil? Would I call out the parts that don’t make sense? With my legs bound With my back broken As honest as the blood in my handshake Always

New song #1

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Half queen

Queen Venus at my window again She asks me how I am There are no hemispheres I wouldn’t touch But does that still make me a man?

Painted toenails under army boots Pressed leather over bone An innocent word under someone’s breath And I turn into smoke

I have never been under any illusions No surgeon’s photograph I am not my lovers piltdown man And I’ll take your polygraph

Oh my god how your gaze makes me nervous Such fear from the abyss So raise a pint to the apocalypse I was always made like this

New song #2

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Butterfly House is a band from Brighton, led by Martyn Lewis, who make a dark brand of sadcore preoccupied with death, loss and depression. His latest album, By Ghostlight, is strangely both relatable and obscure, a familiar angst filtered through an eerie lens made of ground up bones and...

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My album was reviewed by wake the deaf and they said some lovely things. many thanks xx

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tie me to the bed so i won’t forget the shape and space of everything the colours on your eyes

bathed in the lowlights arms tied back so tight shapeshifting and vibrating wrapped in shadow

in the lowlights it will never be your fault

about abusive relationships, victim blaming etc. i’ve seen more people go through this than i would like. i feel something of a badalamenti vibe in this one.

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my deaths not for sale but still somebody pays if i try to switch off or i try to erase a life between two sheets of glass and lead what the fuck do you think you know about my head?

you cannot show sadness with these paralysed eyes and if you think you can you're a fucking liar i scream from the pit of an oubliette its flesh and its bone and its all in my head

now who do you think is at the controls? pulling leavers at random completely alone you have my permission fire at will let me be your first honest kill

there are people who say that you can die twice once on earth and once in paradise the first is when you're buried and rotten the second is when your spirit is forgotten

so you can have the first life one me just ensure i'm remembered valiantly as someone who fought for the right to die so i can enjoy my second life

now who do you think is at the controls? pulling leavers at random completely alone you have my permission fire at will let me be your first honest kill

pretty obvious this one.

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I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Jean-Paul Sartre (via teenager90s)

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in the house of blood the walls move by themselves my reflection it looks away and i'm labelled a saint

in the house of blood you're killed on impact on every footstep on every dull breath

ITS LIKE THINKING THROUGH ICE

the skin that i live in tatters of the king a slow membrane comes and pulls me in

AND ITS LIKE THINKING THROUGH ICE

your body is a house of blood. it moves with or without you. you are trapped within it, and i hope you can live with this.