A soft wind blows and I'm delicate enough to feel it
Of the western rose you're the last one of the season
Brie keeps kicking herself for feeling
Left the light on cos your brain was reeling
Another piece down so it's all revealing
Watch how it grows from refracted things
Your belly's a home for a star we dreamed
I can't stop now cos the creams in flow
You're a primal force with a heart of snow
Wherever you are
We sing the same thing
Wherever you are
We sing the same thing

Cymbals in the back cos the trash has flow
Reaching for your hand like I'm doing up a bow
Melting on the ground cos I let it slip
You stuck around like you found something

Maybe I’m a someone in your life
It started with a day and it turned to night
Here you and I are conspiring thoughts
Now look at us folding up a cot
Glaciers wouldn’t melt
Meant it all in earnest but then it fell down
I couldn’t keep you honest but it seemed to work
When I think about your kisses my stomach starts to hurt
Held by the seven sealed doe
Rampant as a squirrel skipping through the snow
Keep telling you I mean it til you start again
When you catch a feeling
Ride it til the end

When you get the fine and the angels
Chime in their harmonies
Under your thumb
That is the magic devotion has given
I couldn’t trace the words but I felt the flow
I couldn’t look away but I caught the show
Sometimes a poem has the truth you need
But you don’t need to know a thing to write a poetry

Papa

Delicate

Wolves Pt. 1

BANDCAMP

Madi Laughlin - Wolves Pt. 1

Heavenly in the garden 
She says a prayer
That all the tape will hide her measurements so well

My judgment is poor
I drink my tea in shortcuts (short cups)
The tall ones always end up getting cold

Stop me from tending to empty gardens

Remedies from the pharmacist 
To restrict myself
From sucking apple vinegar straight to my mouth

It’s tranquil when it goes down
I don’t have nothing else to think

Stop me from tending to empty gardens

Measuring Tape Capo On 4

Mirage
By Christina Rossetti

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream’s sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt
For a dream’s sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream’s sake.


Music: February Night Acoustic Guitar by William King

Mirage by Christina Rossetti

Ghost of Bad Luck

Sad - xxx (demo cover)

Grow From the Ground

Beginning of Me (original demo)

Owen Leavey live at DRINK 
Eamon Lynch on Bass
Shane O'brien on Guitar

Originally by Alanis Morisette

One Hand In My Pocket

Wonderful Tonight. Luna Cover3

(Verse 1)
A tiny world, a glistening sphere
A droplet hangs, so crystal clear
The sunlight catches, a million rays
Tiny lenses in many ways

(Verse 2)
The leaf below, a vibrant green
Veins like rivers, a hidden scene
This thirsty canvas, it drinks its fill
Life's essence flows, uphill

(Chorus)
Nature's beauty, a drop of grace
A tiny tear on a leafy face
A silent thirst, a life sustained
The cycle flows, forever chained
From dewdrop's kiss to vibrant bloom
A testament to life's sweet perfume
Each leaf a whisper, a story untold
A world unfolds, in morning's gold

(Verse 3)
From root to vein, the water climbs
A silent symphony, beating time
Each drop a promise, a whispered song
Of growth that's nurtured, where it belongs

(Verse 4)
From emerald bud to petals unfurled
The water's magic, transforming the world
A vibrant bloom, kissed by the sun
A life renewed, the cycle's begun...

Sad - xxx (demo cover)

JB Music

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