She Doesn't Sleep

My Ugly - Cloudfodder

2 Bed, 2 Bath (and a Ghost)

My take on Madilyn Mei's classic "The Chapel!"

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Lyrics:

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

Struck a nerve
That’s absurd
I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper
That's enough living rough for a lifetime
Looking back for a pass

Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

Let me lay it down for you
It seems so simple
I’m happy that I’m just under six feet, not six feet under
Where are your hands? No wonder

Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind
Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?
I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?

Six legs, running down the stairs
None of them prepared for what they might see
Now there’s another face, another name to sing
I hope they’re happy

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

Six Legs (tippy tappy toes)

Holler House

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https://song.link/everyones-dying

Credits:
written by: Roe Kapara, Dolo Tonight, and Sensu
wroduced by: Sensu, Neanderthal, and Patrick Zappia
mixed by 3astman

Everyone's Dying (Grandma's Drunk Again)

Nunemaker's Swingset

Nunemaker's Parable

Artist Vs Poet - Medicine

Written and recorded on 3.4.24

Lyrics:
Read between the lines, she says I never knew her name
How come I feel all four letters like they're tattooed on my brain
I can't accept that you're ten minutes across this river… I feel distain
I hope you see that fucking dog, think of me, and wish you stayed

There's no bad blood
You can always hit me up
I been at the same old place
Fixed the first step you always loved
There's no bad blood
You can always hit me up
Right where you left me, baby
Nothings new or switching up

What's in your best interest, baby… may I intervene
I feel you clutching onto feelings from some walls you've never seen
And I can't help that I can feel you across this river, Tennessee
And they can't build enough bridges for me rolling in the deep

There's no bad blood
You can always hit me up
I been at the same old place
Fixed the first step you always loved
There's no bad blood
You can always hit me up
Right where you left me, baby
Nothings new or switching up

Feel you, baby I can feel you right now
I dreamt of you just thinking of me
Been a month since you passed
I just came across empty pictures of you
Filled up my whole bag
Bad blood or your best intentions… seems like it won't last

There's no bad blood
You can always hit me up
I been at the same old place
Fixed the third step you always loved
There's no bad blood
You can always hit me up
Right where you left me, baby
Nothings new or switching up

I read between the lines this time
They said you're so afraid
Told me you can't sleep alone
So you bury everything
Gettin to you soft and slow...desert soil when it rains
Baby, I'll just be at home when your feelings reconvene

TIME LIKE THIS

BLOOD

SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE!

Everything Moves

Hands up if life is getting stressful
And shout if you are saddened by the news
I need some tips to cope,
some data or some anecdotes,
'cause right now nothing's workin' for my blues

Sometimes I deal by playing music
and sometimes I relax by reading books
Sometimes I go downtown,
climb a tree and don't come down
and throw a bunch of pinecones at people

A crowd has formed around my tree,
just out of reach, and the police have
blocked the street on every side
But no one can climb it and
I think its 'cause they know I have
a pinecone here for everyone who tries

I yell: I'm gonna live to be a hundred
I'm gonna see them cure disease
Then I'm gonna watch them
go to war over the royalties so
if you need me, I'll be in the tree

If you need me, I'll be in the tree
There's several cameras pointed up into my tree
it seems the world's concerned with what I might do next…
Throwing pinecones at photographers
from up here in this conifer
like Tarzan getting scouted by the Mets

Yeah, I'm gonna live to be a thousand
Got robot arms and run on robot feet
Got robot legs and robot head
and my robot ass don't know it yet but
I'd be better off back in the tree

So if you need me, I'll be in the tree…

'Cause no one's asking what would drive me up this pine
Is it protest? Am I being paid to preach or advertise?
No, this non-deciduous decision was all mine
You can show a horse the ropes
but no, you cannot make him climb

And this tree's a makeshift metaphor and I prefer to think
I'm just a stressed out Christmas ornament
who needs some space to breathe
And if the camera crews and crowded streets
and dozens of police
are my endless pressures manifested down below my tree
Then this giant stack of pinecones…
They are the lame and immature ways I deal with them
But also how satisfying it is to do so...
To dome one... when they're not looking... yeah

I'm gonna live to be a million
Longer than the flowers, birds and bees
but if I start to come undone,
make like a tree and hug someone
Everybody needs a place to breathe
just recognize when it is time to leave

I'm probably gonna live forever
but should I die (and that may be preferred)
take me out and bury me
and plant a tree right over me
so I may help someone escape the world

Yeah, I may help someone escape the world

2 Bed, 2 Bath (and a Ghost)

Bug Hunter