Breathe In-
Conflict of Interest-
Recall-
Crime or a Punishment-
thorn in your side-
Right as Rain Cover-
Salt in the Wound Cover-
Time or Place-
For Myself!-

Selection of my songs (and covers) that were written and recorded in Philadelphia!
Trying to release more things just stored on my computer as I record new things. Thanks for listening.

Carolyn Thorn's Album

Breathe In

Cracks (Demo)

a peculiar convergence of psychedelia and the mundane . a journey into sensation .



huge thank you to the human beings who helped me materialize this vision :
@santerisulkunen for bringing the crispy and shiny through his mastering , and for his patient problem solving 
@kikeromedi for his dope drumming in 'más alive'
@tobetovar for making such a trippy sound with his saw in 'asleep in the daytime' (let’s see if you can spot the sound)

asleep in the daytime

Mine is an Island

i am to he as the queen is to me losing all my lovers to monogamy a lonely bird cries refuse company cause sharing is swell but i'd rather be free you may love me but not to close you may know me until i go you may see me laughing morose but what's really me outside does not show reflections let a little lover love themselves affections collecting hearts up on your shelf i'll tell you what i'm running from don't wanna get bogged down in the same place i'll tell you why i limit love don't wanna wake everyday next to the same face i've tried it before sweet variety has shown me the key maybe it's gravity cause i'm a busy busy busy busy lady i just have a need to spread my wings i'll just plant some seeds before i leave

mah rose

Here's a cover of a song off Lucy Dacus' new album "Historian."

Night Shift Cover of Lucy Dacus

Bones

I wrote this song in the midst of shock and grief at the murder and loss of Gabrielle Gottlieb from the Romemu community and the world. She was a fan of my music and was kind whenever I saw her, asking my family about me, and watching. 

Gabrielle was a healer, an energy worker, a woman deeply aware of the power that lies in the body. She wasn’t just gentle, just kind— she was a warrior. Gabrielle was running in the last moments of her life, trusting her guts, trusting her body, and trying with all she had to find safety and freedom. Her loss remains a gaping hole in the world, and justice has still not been served. 

In this song, I keep in mind those in abusive relationships, those in unsafe homes, those parenting themselves in treacherous environments, and those whose traumas of abuse and sexual assault are bubbling to the surface in this time. I commit to working to create systems to address harm and create circles of love and care wherever I dwell. 

A word about trusting the body— as someone with a chronic disability, trusting my body completely is no simple task. My body needs a lot of help to keep working! If you’re singing this song and find that these words don’t sit right in the moment, I hope they might serve in other moments. And if not, I love you and see that pain. I wrote these words in deep gratitude to that thing that sits deep, deep within my body, under even the parts of my body that need help to function— that gut instinct that keeps me safe with all its might. 

Thank you to my partner Noam Lerman for joining me in song and strength!

Lyrics:

Days when I don’t trust my family
Days when I don’t trust my friends
I trust my body, deep down in my core 

Days when I don’t trust my leaders
Days when I don’t trust my teachers 
I trust my body, deep down in my core 

Days when I don’t trust my lover
Days when I don’t trust my God
I trust my body, deep down in my core

Oh my body, oy oy oy oy 
Oh my body oy oy oy oy
I trust my body, my shaking body
I trust my body, deep down in my core

Oh my body, oy oy oy oy 
Oh my body oy oy oy oy
I trust my body, my brilliant body 
I trust my body, deep down in my core 

Oh my body, oy oy oy oy 
Oh my body oy oy oy oy
I trust my body, down in my kishkes 
I trust my body, deep down in my core

I Trust My Body

This is the third in our series on relational trauma therapy, incorporating cuddle therapy in recovery and the perspective and experience of a veteran trauma therapist in treating her clients. I hope you find it useful!

A Therapist A Cuddlist and A Survivor 3

Lyrics:

There breaks the full moon, 
a death kiss away
grown in the laps of goddesses,
grazing under, under the night
barely known lips and blazing fire. 

Here fertile speeches of fireflies
sing her many dreaming eyes.
Forgetting the past, 
when time never spoke
here she awaits thee, 
an infant awoke. 

Somewhere inside your listening ears, 
yesterday sculpted into years. 

Let us believe her when she says,
this is the phase of promises. 
Let us travel into stars, 
drink their sudden syllables.

Lyrics, instrumentals, and live performance by Lior

Full Moon Lament

David Shelton Ross performs "Cloudburst."

Artwork: Shesta Ross

Cloudburst

thankful for the moon and stars
thankful for saturn and mars

Bones

Hands Tander