All of the men are like
Wounded little birds 
Take them into my hands
Warm breath on beak
Show them the power of love
Heal their deepest of childhood wounds
Do they all have a need?
Cuz I have them too

I have them too
I have them too
I have them too
I have them too…

But it turns
Oh! it turns
Turns into a fever dream
Fever dream
Oh! it turns
Oh, it turns
Turns into a fever dream…

Fever dream

Miles of sad hearts
You of the death cult
Trying to break free of it all
But caught in the misery of the hurt

Miles of sad hearts
You’ve got a broken heart
Broken heart

Trying to break free of it all
Caught in the misery 

Miles, you’ve got a broken heart
Miles, you’ve got a broken broken heart

Miles of sad hearts

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… was so tired of breaking open




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I cant do this/ I fucking hate this

Dedicated to my midnight friend.
It was fun while it lasted.

Midnight friend

Poem written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
(please look up this amazing poet)

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled
Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.

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Voice 
Microkorg
Toy guitar
Midi drums
in GarageBand

The light is gone and we’ll never get it back

You are so beautiful
That’s what he’d say
Then drift on away
Keeps drifting away

My body is storing up
All the things I can’t say
Leave them for another day

Drifting away

fuck, I’m chaotic
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What are we doing?
Why are we doing this again?
With all this knowing,
why do we do this again?
Again and again…

I don’t know if I can…
do this 
again and again.

But God, 
I want it,
I want it so bad.

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Guitar
Accordion 
Piano
Voice

Why are we doing this again?

when the swans return

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Men are Shit
Go Die
Go fucking Die

Men are men are
Go Die

LOL

For her own pleasure

CRUSH

Hi…

i’m right here…

are you alone?

i want you…

right here 

beside me

i’m right here.

i want you

right here.



acoustic guitar
toy xylophone 
accordion
microkorg synth
garageband drum loops
voice

#pajamuary-2024
week 1

Are you alone?

BEWARE! BEWARE! 

Be aware
Beware
Of the Siren’s song



the end of her song is death.

guitar
microkorg synth
field recordings
random household objects
as percussion 
voice
gb drum loop

#pajamuary-2024
week 2

Siren song

“Was it all just a dream?”
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how it feels to let yourself bloom open with someone.
it’s a psychedelic love story 

“Can you feel it?”



Microkorg
Splice samples 

Week 3 #pajamuary-2024

THORNLESS (DREAMING)

(   (  (  (  ( ( ( ( (((((((((( 💔 )))))))))) ) ) ) )  )  )  )   


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What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?

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guitar
voice
accordion
field recordings

Soft pressure

I’ve
travelled
so
far
to
see
my
h
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a
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t

b

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Song for four accordions

t4esting
t4esting
re-using drum loops
t4esting
t4esting
buncha samples smashed together

SLOW N GENTLY

Waiting for the Sun to burn out

Control

Ay, qué rico se ve eso, te ves como travieso, quiero probar tu peso.

Estás pendiente de rosar y de armas, traca, traca. Entonces, ¿qué está esperando? Vení a taca, taca

Ay, qué rico se ve eso, te ves como travieso, quiero probar tu peso.

Me gusta el saoco, me gusta el teteo, lo que yo tengo es porque lo deseo.

Sueltete

Estoy buscando un gatito como tú que me dé por la mañana, por la noche y todos los días. Estoy buscando un gatito como tú que me dé por la mañana, por la noche y todos los días.

Me gusta el saoco, me gusta el teteo, lo que yo tengo es porque lo deseo.

Imma bad bitch

DEEPMAGIC

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