Flight Of The Crows

In lipstick on the mirror, are the lyrics to my obituary
In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T's.
I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I’m a quitter.
And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game.
Won't follow my dreams cause they all got me waking up screaming
I can’t let them go for me, after all there is no “I” in team.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

If I could live in third person, well I don’t think life would be much worse than it is
In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot dot dot…
Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?
It may just be a cold, and besides I don’t wanna get old yeah
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

[Spoken]
Now this is the part of the song where I talk to my audience. I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight. I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight. And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, those event horizons, those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight. And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel.

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don't stick out like sore middle fingers. That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down. I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is

I was nothing before so I couldn’t have asked to be born
I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?
Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No.
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah.
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

Love, Me Normally - Hawthorne Theater, Portland, OR

(reposting because I wanted to correct a little detail)
Since many people (including me) prefer that part of the demo version (lately I've been wishing I were 5'5 weighing 99 wearing thigh highs) I decided to (try to) put the two together (the official version but replacing only THAT part with the part of the demo version). I made two different versions:
1) The first one has the official drums before the demo part starts playing
2) The second one already starts the demo part on the drums

Will Wood - I / Me / Myself (official+demo) v.2 (demo drums)

YT: https://youtu.be/L5oz2HREkvA?si=j7neR9AklBuMFIr5
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4fWlKn4XChUUW9026WqBPr?si=yHBCwVhJSmmPP19FlQe5Rw

Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world (Alastor Cover, No AI)

November

Ferryman

El Radio

Dirty Night Clowns

Red Weather V2

Texas Dirt

This is a cover of a song originally written by Neil Cicierega (aka Lemon Demon) for his album Spirit Phone. You can find the original song here: https://lemondemon.bandcamp.com/track/cabinet-man

Download: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ptR2SUifK_xWxMv98Rb_98b5x2MCThlq?usp=sharing

Lyrics:
The day they found me, I hadn't yet been played
Inside my workshop behind the old arcade
Electric desires had unraveled all my wires
Now I'm in the box for safekeeping
The news reporters reported that I died
But all my organs were living on inside
Circuit board to brain with two lungs collecting change
One big human heart gently beeping

You can't win me, I can't be beat
I won't hurt you unless you cheat
You can't see me behind the screen
I'm half human and half machine

Thank God for business, they let me take the floor
I stood so proudly, like I was going to war
Players soon appeared and I quickly was revered
This must be what love would have felt like
Such dedication, they came from miles away
With eyes so piercing, they'd wait their turn to play
In perfect patient lines because I was in their minds
I could do whatever I felt like (Whatever I felt like)

You can't win me, I can't be beat
I won't hurt you unless you cheat
You can't see me behind the screen
I'm half human and half machine

I'm happy for years and years
And only eating the occasional maintenance man
Only driving a few kids to madness
Maybe they were predisposed to madness, who knows?
I only want to have fun
But now they're telling me my days here are done
'Cause there's a little tiny box that they make in Japan
And pretty soon it's gonna fit in your hand

It's getting lonely, it's getting hard to breathe
The arcade's empty, I think it's Christmas Eve
Someone's broken in, now they're painting on my skin
Breaking me and taking my quarters
Bashing in my face with a crowbar
Kicking me and pushing me over
Now they see my blood on their sneakers

You can't win me, I can't be beat
I won't hurt you unless you cheat
You can't see me behind the screen
I'm half human and half machine

Flight Of The Crows

Jhariah