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Phosphene
Pop
Phosphene was released on August 25, 2023 by Peter Harder as a part of the album Phosphene
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Release DateAugust 25, 2023
LabelPeter Harder
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM123

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Harder
Peter Harder
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Harder
Peter Harder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Harder
Peter Harder
Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

My motivation has all but been taken
I love who you can be but not who you are
Your envious green a poison to serene
I can't seem to escape until my visions dark
Why live in the life
Where my ambitions come to an end
I'd rather reside
Where I can ascend yeah
This aphrodisiac fell through
I knew it was too good to be true
I'm Frida Kahlo you're my muse
In this utopia fashioned for two
And it's a lie but every single night the
Music that I play for you is falling
But you just wont move
So I know it's not what's true
I'll just fabricate my vision of you
I'll never die if I block out the light
If I put on the pressure give into design
A fictitious scene born from modern phosphene
I just love who you are when I close both my eyes
Why live in the life
Where my ambitions come to an end
I'd rather reside
Where I can ascend yeah
This aphrodisiac fell through
I knew it was too good to be true
I'm Frida Kahlo you're my muse
In this utopia fashioned for two
And it's a lie but every single night the
Music that I play for you is falling
But you just wont move
So I know it's not what's true
Oh I feel
Oh I feel
House of ill repute like I'm the god of prostitu-
Shun the over bearing patterns from my visions until I rebuke the
Visions in my eyes where the pressure pulls the tide
I don't fee you but I see you
Woah
This aphrodisiac fell through
I knew it was too good to be true
I'm Frida Kahlo you're my muse
In this utopia fashioned for two
And it's a lie but every single night the
Music that I play for you is falling
But you just wont move
So I know it's not what's true
I'll just fabricate my vision of you
House of ill repute like I'm the god of prostitu-
Shun the over bearing patterns from my visions until I rebuke the
Visions in my eyes where the pressure pulls the tide
I don't fee you but I see you and I wish that you could read my mind
House of ill repute like I'm the god of prostitution
Block the over bearing patterns from my visions until I rebuke the
Visions in the sky where the pressure pulls my mind
No I don't fee you but I see you
And I wish that you could read my mind
(Oh no I feel)
Written by: Peter Harder
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