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Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush
The freezing rain has
Pushed them down into the valley
With the rest of us
Flushed
From the comfortably lush
Forest floor
They draw their bows across
Serrated edges of
Musical saws and crush
The frigid, sharply pointed hearts
Of icicles like us

Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush...

Swish! swish!
The Osprey hovers seeking fish
The glassy pond
Displays the menu but won't serve the dish
To birds who wish
To linger when
The air turns cold
Defying pressure
To defer to Cackling Geese
And Western

Gulls, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish...

Who doesn't wish they could
Begin
To leave?
Who doesn't wish they could
Believe
In letting something end?
We have these wishes
But we're hung up
On a superstitious
Focus on the family
We see in Collared Doves
With love much stronger
Than we probably
Should ever hope
For ours to be.

Are we a "we are" today?
Will we be a "we will be" tomorrow?
Were we a "we were" already
Long ago?
We don't know
What price makes sense to pay,
So we settle for indebted sorrow,
Never knowing we could dine and
Dash into that nullifying snow.

Thrash! thrash!
The so-called trash birds
Taking baths
Betray their cuteness
In the recklessness with which
They lash
Their lustrous feathers
Petroleum with flecks of ash
In an unseasonable
Puddle
Glaciating fast

Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, freeze,
Splash, splash, splash,
Freeze, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, freeze,
Splash, splash, splash...

Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush,
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!

Varied Thrush

...well, better than the alternative by will wood

Song is not mine.

All credits go to Will Wood.

Listen to Camp Here and There on Mayfieldandbelov.com, Spotify, YouTube, and Apple Podcasts.

Venetian Blind Man - Will Wood

Champagne - Machinery of the Human Heart

Misanthrapologist ("In case I make it", Outtake) - Will Wood

Hey Peabrain! U Levitate?

NÃ¼burbÃ¥tizÃ©!

Lyrics:

One small sound
One small word 
In tongues all over the world
I said it
I said it 
One small word
I said it
I didn't
I said it
I didn't
Tongues all over

Can't pick them out
Can't press them in 
I'll never hide my scars
Can't pick them out
Can't press them in
I'll never hide my scars 
I'll never hide my scars 

One small sound
One small sight 
One unsheathed knife must glint 
In an alternate timeline's light
One rust-ridden blade juts out 
Of a friendly moonstruck shape
To tear, tear terribly, terribly
Tear, tear terribly 
The delicate crepe of night

Familiarity breeds
Indifference
Familiarity breeds discontent
Familiarity breeds
Indifference
Familiarity breeds discontent

My other time machine
A pungent, putrid brownish-green 
November smile 
Blandishing my two-timing door

One small sound
One small bite
One tomial tooth
One Loggerhead Shrike must skewer 
My invertebrate doppelgänger 
On barbed wire in a parallel universe 

My tongue parallelly bleeds 
One small drop 
In a monthful of blood 
In tongues all over the world
I said it, I didn't
It doesn't matter
What I said or didn't
Admit it
You were never going to get it
I was always gonna get it

Can't pick them out
Can't press them in 
I'll never hide my scars
Can't pick them out
Can't press them in
I'll never hide my
Familiarity breeds
Familiarity breeds

Not only is it thicker
Blood is stickier than water
Maybe that's relevant somehow
Can I explode now?

Credits:
Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Produced by Josh Frigo
Co-produced by Stephan Nance
Keyboard, vocals, backing vocals - Stephan Nance
Drums & percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Bass - Jeni Magana
Strings arrangement - Stephan Nance and Michelle Packman
Strings - Bizarre Star Strings:
• Patti King - violin
• Kyleen King - viola
• Anna Fritz -  cello
Guitar, additional backing vocals - Josh Frigo
Vocal coaching - Nevada Jones and Adam Sweeney
Vocals recorded at The Map Room
Vocal session engineer - Adam Sweeney
Mixed by Josh Frigo
Mastered by Alex Dobbert
Artwork - Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design - Chad Lowe

November

Lyrics:

Sparks fly 
Every time I
Identify a species I have
Hitherto never 
Seen in the field 
Seen in the feather 
Sparkbird 
Destiny drew us together 
Every smile line on my face 
Can be retraced 
Down to the split second 
Down to the split place 

Is it magical thinking 
Or is it magical realism 
Or is it neither here nor there? 
Every time I check my wrist 
It's another brand new freckle 
Past another brand new hair 
I'm growing up, up, up 
Against my will, will 
Will you finally resurrect 
The time I've killed? 
Will you finally resurrect 
The time I've killed, killed, killed? 

Sparks fly 
Every time I visit this park 
I envision the phantom 
Of a giddy little cartoon me 
Jittering on the electrifying
Cusp of discovery 
Before and after the storm 
All I wanted was to be seen
And to see

Some signs of a world still
Turning, turning, turning 
Some signs of a world still
Forming, forming, forming 
Rebirth of a dream still
Burning, burning, burning

Is it magical thinking 
Or is it magical realism 
Or is it neither here nor there? 
Every time I check my wrist 
It's another brand new freckle 
Past another brand new hair 
I'm growing up, up, up 
Against my will, will 
Will you finally resurrect 
The time I've killed? 
Will you finally resurrect 
The time I've killed, killed, killed? 

Sparkbird 
Sparkbird

Credits:

Music and lyrics by Stephan Nance
Produced by Josh Frigo
Co-produced by Stephan Nance
Woodwinds and strings arrangement - Josh Plotner
Keyboard and vocals - Stephan Nance
Guitar, backing vocals - Josh Frigo
Upright bass - Jeni Magana
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Alto flute, English horn - Josh Plotner
Violin, viola, cello - Yoed Nir
Lead vocals recorded at The Map Room
Woodwinds recorded at Josh Plotner's studios
Strings recorded at Yoed Nir's Studios
Engineer (lead vocals) - Adam Sweeney
Vocal coaching - Nevada Jones and Adam Sweeney
Mixed by Josh Frigo
Mastered by Alex Dobbert
Artwork - Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design - Chad Lowe

Sparkbird

Black Footed Cat

Cigarette

I Was Right

Trust The Devil

5-Hydroxytriptamine

Simple Science - Cricket!

Simple Science

song by cricket!theguy !! i dont own this but its not on soundcloud so im putting it here



LYRICS

You wanna spread the flame
Get the blood off of your name
Live your life and forget all of this shit
Well, we fought this before
And we'll fight it once more
Do you really think that you're so innocent?

You'd think that I'd be sick of this, the ignorance and bliss
That I'd wanna start gouging my eyes
Well, now more than ever, we face it together
It's a blessing and a curse to be alive

Woah, I don't really know
What tomorrow will bring, will you break the machine
Just to protect your glass moral code?
Woah, I don't wanna know
What you think is the bloat, rip out each other's throats
I don't wanna hear about your new scapegoat

When the fire starts to burn
Think of all the things you've learned
Use your brain 'cuz maybe it's just all bad luck
Trust your gut, take the leap
Try to land on your feet
And if you don't, then you get the fuck back up

And there's no time for playing or pissing around
Lick your wounds, then get back to the game
They want you to quit, call you a hypocrite
And make you forget you know how to rage

Woah, I don't really know
What tomorrow will bring, what this world even means
Why you fake having a moral code
Woah, I don't wanna know
Paralyzed from the smoke, terrified you'll be choked
I don't wanna hear about your new scapegoat

Eyes burning, dripping, yellow fluid in your lungs
It blackens your throat with the heat of the sun
Signs are dropped as bodies follow
Everyone else threw in the towel

Feet stomping, cracking, as your ears continue ringing
You look to the sky and see angels singing
Taste the concrete as you reach out your hand
An early death was always the plan

How can I continue the show
When it's a crime to even know?
When it's a crime to break the mold?
This bloody circle's getting old

Every four fucking years, they spin the wheel of fear
Choose a different country, color, or creed
And they fall for it, so what's the point of the polls?
To pick your favorite conduit of greed?

So much for land of the free, 'cuz if you're not like me
You'll be shot and then stripped of your name
I don't wanna go to Mars, or own a self-driving car
I want my friends and family to know they're safe

I believe in the morality of man
And I believe in a greater community
I don't believe that our politicians care
No matter how much you chant their fucking names

I believe that I will help my fellow man
I believe that if he can, he will help me
I don't believe in your false idols or your heirs
No matter how they choose to point the blame

I believe in the morality of man
I believe in a greater community
I don't believe that our politicians care
No matter how much you chant their fucking names

I believe that I will help my fellow man
I believe that if he can, he will help me
I don't believe in your false idols or your heirs
No matter how they choose to point the blame

(Hey!)

scapegoat - cricket!

YELLOW - Yoh Kamiyama (English Cover)【Will Stetson】「神山羊」

Folk Punk Bug Musician

Sorry if I made you sad

Trust The Devil

Cricket!

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