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Part II: It​’​s Also Glass

by Y/N

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Sven B. Schreiber (sbs) Part I of this post-gummybear avantgarde whateverish masterpiece is tagged "adult contemporary-core", which is a genre I didn't know the existence of before, but which is surprisingly adequate. Part II continues the jaw-dropping zigzag course started by its predecessor, and hence might be tagged accordingly - although it isn't for some reason or another. Or still another. Or wait... how about "post-neo-retro-baroque-something-like-but not-exactly-rock"? Yeah, that will do! Favorite track: Sevens.
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1.
Ooo-ahh-oh-ooo-ah-oh How in the planet can you possibly plan it When the thoughts inside your head are inconsistent? It’s time to forget All those crumbling structures you’ve let Fall to the ground For life can be such anguish If you frame it as such, but.. My life My life is all the rage For these tears inside my eyes will fade with age Oh, my life It’s all I’ve seen So if I tell myself that it’s a game Oh, it won’t hurt How in the planet can I possibly plan this When I feel insane? I’m stuck here in fragments Of former existence And I want to Let it fall My life My life Oh it’s hard to look it right inside it’s eyes But it’s my life [Pee Shaw plays an old tune alone] Memory voice: uh, waves Waves I. Right, first movement there’s- that’s pieces he wrote with his voice without singing, So.
2.
Remain I’ll remain here for as long as I need to Holocene has known bodies as they recrystalize and fade Like food inside my throat I wish I could understand the things inside of other things and such That make life such hell I wish I knew who I could become For the end of life’s begun If you take the juices out of your mind How can you know if.. Life is is there nice is there time to take a walk in the park with her One last time to smile in windy days I remember feathers Feathers covering her eyes Make my brittle mind Do not Do not I was solid or at least as solid as I thought
3.
Silence My head makes noises inside of itself Inside of Sorry You almost had it You almost had it The things you kept inside your head The things you kept inside your head You won’t believe it The mystery is over That’s when the whole world started making sense The chaos and pressures and people with powers Started to change As I realize that I’m afraid Of making a choice to find love in my own life ‘Cause if I do then I make it possible to fail You almost had it You almost had it The things you kept inside The things you kept inside your head You won’t believe it The mystery is over Because I feel my vibe want to survive Extending forever in confident terror Please make me blind And drill it out, this dreadful drive I’m feeling a conflict that bends as I grab it It’s time to move on, and on To move on, move on I’m sorry for all of the things that I’ve done No no no no no no not now Pee Shaw diverges as the simulations explore the boundaries of self: not now! I THOUGHT THIS BEFORE! I’m gonna make a list. It’s on the ground. I don’t know what I was saying. I must trust myself… Oh, time to move It’s time to move on You almost have it You almost have it It’s time to love yourself You almost have it I’m scared, you know? I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m scared. It’s just… *Mirror shatters exposing the RSCMA choir from 2009* *Break again* [In an unknown terror memory.] A person of past importance: Elizabeth!
4.
Face turned away and walk Walk to your grave I- I guess It’s time to say good- goodbye Some sort of an abstract nightmare Playing out on my little brittle hardware Inside of my mind, oh no I think I’m gonna take the advice And loosen up, take it a little less rough From now on Cause if I run a simulation I think that I can make my way through this life Without feeling so bad again A voice we all want to forget: I love Zachary Do your thoughts go to rest when you lie sickened by all the scary nights? Burned up in fire or solidified By your own measured and sand in your eyes Oh, tonight can be alright? I was… Shocked by the impact of it all I was… Torn into shreds and cast into the future, oh no I saw- I saw myself Dying in all mysterious and exostic ways I can(n’t) remember Some sort of an abstract nightmare Running out on my little brittle hardware Too close to the system ‘Cause the system must be a simulation So the thoughts inside of your head Have no power to make you feel so bad Fe- Feathers for eyes I- I retain Retain my previous form I will I’m assembling something I kind of recall Shot forward Am I going crazy? Or just- Am I really Am I really working on it Working on something An image of An image that I can maintain Can maintain this one I can maintain this one I swear Time can hurt or be nothing at all This is why you will always fall For all the scary ones that you recall You can be stronger than a(ll)....
5.
Trauma dog: please remove this sexual torment Trauma child: pathetic animal, a shameful creation! What? I’m s(orry)... No No I’m not I’m nothing without me I am Oh I- I know what I- what I am There was There was a time to be modest But I’m a lone wolf in all of this The time makes me feel (oh yeah)... I know what I’m supposed to do now I know what I’m supposed to do yeah He wasn’t that ba(d)... I know my baby watches from the doorway She never knows what I’m going through I’m a lone wolf in all of this Nobody understands all the pain that I feel Everyday of my life I want to just die And walk away You little man You little man I know you can be so much better than that Oh it’s sad Pee Shaw: well, I think that maybe something- someday I’ll be a better person, but I don’t think that I want to be right now. C’mon man. Man… [Pee Shaw, becoming increasingly agitated by a recurring thought-demon of a half-remembered moment, begins to assemble a glass camera to capture every moment completely accurately from now on] *Crowd goes wild* *SNAP!*
6.
Here on your own, alone Building a tiny society of your own imagination The white man sucks in and separates I’m performing the most profound version of white flight that I can imagine And I’m sorry- I’m sorry mom I just didn’t know… Better, better, feeling better Beauty isn’t pleasure Greatness isn’t terror Pain is Sucks in and separates the men from the boys The wheat from the chaff There is something inside of me A genetic primitive! I must shoot it forth through time with all of my violence and vigor To be never forgotten like an image of masculine energy To be there for… Ever, ever, stay with me now Ever, through the lonely weather Now I’m so alone Ever, ever, stay with me now Through the stormy lonely weather Ever, ever, ever, it’s so hollow I’m so hollow Hollow Hollow The call of the primal meat: if you stay with me I can help you grow stronger and stronger and stronger and stronger! You’ll be so much stronger if you stay with me... Hollow! Hollow! Hollow! Hollow! Hollow! Hollow! Funny! Funny! It’s so very funny that I left you: Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Young Pee Shaw weeps. Remember the one he wishes he could forget. Zach as Pee Shaw: All that I had, don’t remember -member. Lonely- I’m so lonely. I remember being not so lonely, but I was hollow. Zach looks out over the cliff, then turns to look at Pee Shaw, and begins to whisper: I’m performing the most profound form of white flight that I could possibly imagine. Pee Shaw whispers back to Zach: You’re building your own private reality tunnel in Oregon or possibly even California. Separate yourself from all negative emotions; quarantining your own life in a small cabin that you built with your own two hands in Oregon or possibly even California. *SNAP!*
7.
Sevens 04:02
Memory voice: and I think we’re just about ready to go whenever you are. [Pee Shaw plays “Confusion”] [Zach approaches the temple] As the time comes- comes in and out you say: “Might as well be three years ago” The time to be afraid is now And space men come down to remove your responsibilities For you... No context under which your responsibilities have been completely removed I think I might be going off the deep end again Among these thoughts of thinking I am my own friend Fight with yourself Aren’t I at the end? Ah, the torment of flesh begins again In this fragile life I know my mind The same way I know the face of god Hath brought down from the Heavens a message Stuck in all It is yourself For me... Evermore it shall be And always has been An image of yourself Stuck in glass A reflection of self The same way I know- I know god In the image of oneness I must () Myself [The temple burns]

about

Introduction to Part II: It’s Also Glass:
Pee Shaw (external simulation nomenclature: Moe) is stuck in emotional fragments and memories of pseudo-spiritual encounters. In this state, the mess of life seems intimidating. In order to try and ease the mental torment induced by all this, Pee Shaw frequently escapes to the Helderberg Escarpment; a mountain range in eastern New York where Pee Shaw feels relatively at peace. Pee Shaw particularly loves being around the escarpment itself- an abrupt drop in elevation that creates many cliff faces. Pee Shaw comes to notice how looking out from atop these large cliffs over the valley below seems analogous to the mental torment; from this place, the life below seems infinite and meaningless, but this infinite meaninglessness is indeed only visible from this elevated vantage point. In this way, to be stuck analyzing life’s every moment causes the terror of existence to build, creating an everheightening divide that prevents Pee Shaw from living- from moving on- from loving self. Pee Shaw has to face the obvious task ahead, Pee Shaw must descend the cliff.

Nicely formatted lyrics can be found here: docs.google.com/document/d/1RJWF34nB9zQs21lUAkfFv7UY4L0KpR9pfTjLOGwg-7w/edit?usp=sharing

About the Glass Albums:
The Glass Albums were created mainly during two distinct periods. The first period of work took place between March 2019 and July 2019. This first period was a time of great turbulence for me; I was frequently moving around, living in many different locations all across the USA. Perhaps due to this turbulence in part, I found myself unable to focus on just about anything, including my music; so, I created a massive amount of unfinished recordings during this time. Following this period, I moved in with my father and became exceedingly depressed due to my seeming inability to reliably complete or achieve things. I felt unable to control my own actions and became angry with myself and who I am. The huge number of unfinished recordings I had around me constantly reminded me of my inability to direct my own energies- my inability to commit- my inability to create. I felt like I was a loser by all of my own measures and I feared I was a disappointment to everyone around me. By some chance, I wound up losing my laptop with all this unfinished work shortly after entering into this depressive phase. This wound up being a great thing for me in a way; I purchased a new laptop and began work on what eventually became the Skyboat album. Again by chance, shortly after releasing Skyboat, I found my old laptop that I had thought was gone forever; and so I was able to revisit all the unfinished work from a new context- a context where I had begun to prove to myself that I can still create. In February of 2020, I resumed work on these tracks, eventually finishing all 14 tracks within that same month. These 14 tracks constitute the Glass Albums. The Glass Albums represent a reconnection with myself, both through their content, and through this story of their making. I hope the Glass Albums can help others on their path towards loving and respecting themselves.

credits

released March 4, 2020

Thank you Piper Paige for doing the cover art for this album :)
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Thank you God King Josiah (Joe Huergo) for mastering this album :)
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