The Crooked, The Cradle

Canary In A Coal Mine

Strangler Fig

team best, last life
credits to cherrifire for the cover

the crane w̶i̶v̶e̶s̶ lives - can't have it all

all credit for the song goes to the crane wives

bonebreaker - the crane wives (unreleased)

Tho I'm A Tortoise is out now! STREAM IT 👉 https://madilynmei.komi.io/
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Song Credits:
Written & Performed by Madilyn Mei
Produced & Mixed by  @ScrawnyMusic  
Mastered by Joe Hutchinson

Lyrics:

My finger paints aren’t great
But I still hang them on my fridge 
Reminds me of the fun I had 
Whenever I look at it
No I am not Picasso or Da Vinci or who knows who
Tho I am not the best by far I sure like what I do

(Alright, guys! On your mark, get set-) 

Slow down take a nap, I’ll catch up to you
Run laps around me but we’ll both burn out soon
The finish line’s close and you’ve nothing to prove
And tho I’m behind, I need a nap too
Cause tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove
Tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove

Death is marching

A slap on the wrist
A tomb made of stone
A casket awaiting a nap (Oh, oh, oh)
We all end up six feet below
Bury me in my favorite hat
The medals I've won from the races I’ve run
On display back home with my cat 
We all end up six feet below
So why should we care ‘bout all that?

I run my mouth and I will ’til I’m old
And things may not be as the forecaster told
Guess they wanted me to show off what I do
But I couldn’t care any less to show you 
Cause tho I’m a hare, I’ve got nothing to prove 
Tho I’m a hare, I’ve got nothing to prove 

Death is marching

Two cozy little caskets, cardboard boxes, earthy holes 
Can I hang our favorite pictures on the walls of moss and mold? 
(Death is marching, death is marching, death is marching- death is- death is marching- death is-) 

Death is marching steadfast toward us (Two cozy little caskets)
It doesn't care if you're bronze, silver or gold (cardboard boxes, earthy holes)
If I reach the end before you
Will you lend your hand to hold?
Will you lend your hand to hold?

Slow down take a nap, I'll catch up to you
Run laps around me but we’ll both burn out soon
They’ll pit us against one another, it's true
And tho we are different we’ve nothing to prove
Tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove
Tho you’re a hare, you’ve got nothing to prove
Tho we are different, we’ve nothing to prove
Oh tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove

Predator -Crane Wives

Eggopath