Cat Swamp NJ

I don’t think I’ve ever cried this much while making a song. And knowing the story it’s built on? That made it even harder.
See if you can make it to the end without feeling anything.

Earthgirl is about a woman who flees to a small town, carrying the unbearable weight of a past she can’t speak aloud. To outsiders, she seems strange—always tense, private, off-kilter. But what they’re seeing is alienation—an emotional exile she’s built around herself to survive. Underneath it all, she’s running from a relationship marked by stalking, rape, and attempted murder, and the heartbreak of secretly terminating a pregnancy to save her own life and future —on the night of a full moon.

Lyrics:

You bash at the piñata of my mind,
To get the goodies deep inside.
The truth was always hard to find.
considering I always lied.

I'm not an Earthgirl.
I'm not an Earthgirl.
I'm not a nice girl.

I dry my laundry in the rain.
I look away to hide my stain.
You say that everyone's the same.
But no one understands my pain.

They say I came from sky and flame.
That I arrived without a name.
I spoke in rhymes, out of tune.
And wept beneath a cruel moon.

I'm not an Earthgirl.
I'm not an Earthgirl.
An outta this world girl.

The gravity bends my mind,
and the past I try to hide.
My shoes are stitched with luck and wine.
Still I walk, and try to fly.

My brains a box of steel,
It hums to keep me sealed.
I dream in static, sharp and raw,
and my skin starts to crawl.

I'm not an Earthgirl.
I'm not an Earthgirl.

They say I crashed from sky and shame.
A spark that never learned her name.
I blink too slow, I breathe too soon.
I broke my heart beneath the moon.

And Earth is loud and it shakes my bones, and moves too slow.
But I grow limbs that bend.
And I’m not breaking. 
Not again.

I’m not an Earthgirl.
Still not an Earthgirl.
Still not an Earthgirl.

earthgirl

UnKamen Prince Audition

incognito parkour

Written & performed by Gina and Steven Donahue for the wedding of Johnny Keane and Laurence Dionne.

Tout le Monde Célèbre

moonlight densetsu jazz

yeah so i just did a critical thought paper for my lit class, defending medea as a sympathetic character. that doesn't mean she's someone you wanna meet in a dark alley with a sword if you parked in her spot, yo

O Arm Yourself in Steel, My Heart! - a Medea track

A MOST UNKAMEN PRINCE

(words and music by gina donahue)

let me | intro | duce my | self to you! (a)

high-school student who is taking subjects more advanced than you are
and who is involved in matters very extra-curri-cular
oftentimes i'm called from class to deal with things spectacular (but)
nonetheless my GPA has entered the vernacular
(entered the vernacular, it's entered the vernacular the, ver-na-cu-lar)

categorically my monster fights have sent civilians reeling
and alarmed my girlfriend who has saved the world with naught but feeling
and a strength of will instructors mourn her lack thereof in dealing
with examinations and assignments frankly unappealing
(-signments frankly unappealing, -signments frankly unappealing, un-ap-peal-ing)

once upon a time in aeons lost to mythopoeic fancy
i was crown prince of the earth and had lieutenants that proved chancy
when appalling evil manifested and swelled up their antsy
feelings of neglect from all the time i spent with my fee-ancy
(time i spent with my fiancee, time i spent with my fiancee, my fee-an-cy)

now i'm backup jack of all trades to brigades of middle-schoolers;
still i am the hottest piece of assertion since ferris bueller
showing up in fine array with nothing kept from burgled jewelers
arsenals of smoking bombers, roses flung, and looking cooler
(roses flung and looking cooler, roses flung and looking cooler, look-ing coo-ler)

good god what more | could you want to | know about me | let's be real

i grew up in places sketchy and my lack of friends alarmed my
counselors and teachers daily but my grades let me qualify
so they never questioned whether dreams of princesses that were fly
might one day lead me to fight crime wearing top hat, tails and white tie
(wearing top hat, tails and white tie, wearing top hat, tails and white tie, tails and white tie)

since in tokyo one lives in flats too small than are required 
to retain my huge ego, swiftly a penthouse i acquired
and although i'm not of age to drive vehicles i desired
money let me bribe my way to papers that could get cops fired
('cause in corruption they're mired, 'cause in corruption they're mired, shun they're mired)

i am such a hot commodity that villains of whichever
stripe and leaning all say that they'd hit that 'cause i'm boxing clever
from the queen of kingdoms dark to glam rock space elves and i never
thought my future daughter mind-controlled would join in their endeavour
(trolled would join in their endeavour, trolled would join in their endeavour, their en-dea-vour)

someday in the distant future i'll be king of earth and second
only to my lovely wife who rules with laughter and i reckon
that the world i'll protect with my dad jokes and my favorite weapons:
love and trust in sailor moon and
love and trust in sailor moon and
love and trust in sailor moon and
(maybe once my own cartoon and)
love and trust in 
sailor moon and
this... i... con... ic... maaaaask!

A Most UnKamen Prince

The Cave (mumford and sons cover)

Mama put a hit out on Mamochan
Now I don't know what I'm gonna do
She maybe thinks that stylin' boy
Done stole my heart as just a ploy 
Whatever she thinks he done, it just ain't true

Mama put a hit out on Mamochan
She armed those hitmen right up to their teeth
How can she think I'd want her world
If I can't also be a normal girl
Shoulda said straight up that she had beef

Oh, Mama put a hit out on Mamochan
He sure runs fast but will it be enough?
My own true love, my destiny
They say the truth will set you free
I shoulda known that freedom's just a bluff

Oh, Mama put a hit out on Mamochan
His fancy hat might shield his pretty head
And give me and the hottie squad
Some time to swoop in, peep that bod
And save his pretty butt from getting dead

Mama done put a hit out on my Mamochan
Whatever she thinks he done he didn't do
Oh, 'less you been listenin' to my dad
My Mamo ain't never done nothin' bad
Whatever she thinks he done, it just ain't true

Mama put a hit out on Mamochan
Now Mama put a hit out on my Mamochan!
Since Mama done put that hit out
I never had one single doubt
That I would have to rescue my man.

Mama put a hit out on Mamochan
Now I don't know what I'm gonna do
She maybe thinks that stylin' boy
Done stole my heart as just a ploy 
Whatever she thinks he done, it just ain't true.

Mama Put a Hit Out on Mamochan! at Fat Lobster Sound Studio

Jack and the New Baby

I make music, art, and words. Some tracks are collabs/bands I'm in, they're labeled Can't Words, Genre Fiction, or OOC.

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