Epic songs

A song to listen to while the lavender spokes whistle against your arms on some fine, June day as your lover sleeps beside you, unaware of the gnats kissing their cheeks.

Lyrics:
Mmm, mmm,
(Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria)
Night is nuzzling, downy
(Gloria, Gloria,)
The lady's sleeping soundly
(with Eloria, Eloria)
Twitching, forehead frowny
(Gloria, Eloria)
Light is nuzzling down on (you)
(Eloria, Eloria)
My lady's sleeping soundly
Night is nuzzling down on you

Eloria, Eloria [June Demo]

There's a god in the cranberry bogs, you've found. Who else would turn the toads and frogs into a symphony?
-
Yes, the background vocals do have lyrics, but it was improvised muttering, so if you can tell what's being said, great... I can't.

Sleeping God [Instrumental]

my heart has leapt out of my chest, all to deliver this song to you, my valentine.

lyrics:
how is it the more i learn to loathe you,
i learn i still loved you more
—with all of this hate that’s weighing my heart down—
than you ever did, when I still thought you were pure?

true, a valentine has its smoothness and its edges,
but I never knew love to hold all these rough patches.

...valentine, stop being my tragedy
valentine, you’re ripping my heart from me...

how is it the more i learn to loathe you,
i learn i still loved you more
—with all of this hate that’s weighing my heart down—
than you ever did, when I still thought you were pure?
true, a warmblooded fool can flow and can ebb,
but i never knew love to hold all these distresses!

...valentine, stop being my tragedy
valentine, you’re ripping my heart from me...

O Valentine, My Tragedy [December Demo]

This song was written and produced completely in my dorm with a $20 mic. Forgive me for the oddities it causes. 

Background:
And Eve was told not to eat the fruit, because "she would surely die." Instead, she learned information that she was not given before—she gained a power in that sense; she became the apocalypse.  What other powers are women "forbidden" from, all in the name of holiness? Maybe we should take a bite of that apple, feel some warmth from that lit match, explore ourselves, explore each other. They are baptizing the candles of tomorrow: they are snuffing flames. Why? They're scared of the heat we might just bring to the table. Mwah-ha-ha...

I digress... lyrics!!:
baptiser, baptise her, rose water, soft daughter
rectify and sanctify her, hold a moth and let it flutter
Don’t forget to floralize, don’t vocalize the smoke in eyes
Don’t don’t don’t strike.
catchin’ on that distant lie she’s gotta be divine
death-defier hanging on a burning tether line
then line breaks, spine aches, coiled snake, broken rope and Joanie chokes
they hope her perfume’s stronger than the soul

They’ll put an apple in your hand but don’t you dare bite it
A match and a wick but don’t you dare light it
They say temptation be a sin, don’t look any more behind it
That’s just how it is, don’t you dare fight it
They’ll put an apple in your hand but don’t you dare bite it
A match and a wick but don’t you dare light it
Life’s only meant to live, don’t fill it with excitement
Abstain, restrain, forgive, yeah, that’s how he likes it

Wax-dripper, flame-kisser, lost-livered life giver
Crucify and waterlog the sinner mother, sinner daughter
She could take you by surprise   
Beware the July fire ides
She’s a locked and loaded inferno with underglow she cannot know so drown that power fore it overflows
Sorry man, it’s way to late, her choice is made, the apple’s ate, the candle starts to flicker in a wicked little divine state
Rising and rising, gently respiring

she can’t let the candle burn
She can’t let the candle burn
So they’ve gotta teach her so she knows how to learn
That she can’t let the candle burn

CANDLEBURN

CANDLEBURN (Dorm Demo)

just clearing out the archives...

LYRICS:
(blame the biteless bug, blame the biteless bug)

And he opened his hands,
those live-wire hands,
spits of bioluminescence peppering out.

Oh, did he cry, did he cry?
Or did he blame the husk of the firefly–
paper wings, a light so bright
too tempting for his human eyes?

And did he think that his spots
were glowing gifts from the gods? 
Or did he connect the dots?
His constellations scrape off…

Not like this, not like this,
jar me and let my light kiss
all that you cannot love,
darkness hugs, darkness hugs.

Oh, did he cry, did he cry?
Or did he blame the husk of the firefly–
paper wings, a light so bright
too tempting for his human eyes?

And did he open his mouth,
his bug-catcher mouth,
and claim the freckles on his skin were always his?
I bet he did,

Star-Freckled Hands [August Demo]

another quick piece, thrown out in basically one night before classes started back up. stubbornness and such. y'all love the more acoustic pieces so have fun

also FYI sang this entire song with a pill literally stuck and actively dissolving in my throat so bonus points for realism there (very painful would not recommend)

LYRICS:
Love: what a gentle drug
Tugs the body, cling to familiars,
Pull, no push.

Love: haunting like the moon
You strummed my guitar ‘till the strings fell out of tune
And every time I play it sounds like you

Every minute I’m away from you it gets
Easier, oh so easier,

Love: a worn-down torn-up glove
Hugs the fingers, at least where it can
Warm, not hot.

Hope: a pill stuck in my throat
Fear of the toke, my type of hope loves to be known
So stubborn I think I’ll choke

Every minute I’m away from you it gets
Easier, oh so easier,
And I mourn the mourning as it goes ‘cause
Momma raised no quitter
Let it be easier please just be easier

Love, Like a Sore Throat [January Demo]

A fox’s scream can eerily sound like a woman’s scream… why are there some who enjoy hunting them, then?
“Foxcry” explores the scary but real scenario that many feminine presenting folks face: others taking advantage of them, and finding pleasure in their pain. This song acts as a visceral callout to the “hunters” that revel in feminine suffering in a masturbatory way.

LYRICS:
He was a hunter boy-boy
Born with hunter arm-arms
Wringing geese necks
On his Papa’s farm-farm
He was a Mama’s boy-boy
He meant the woman no harm
Slinging pelts over his shoulder
But then he couldn’t shoot straight-straight
Something went wrong
He’d kill critters left and right but never pick ‘em up-up 
Hunter boy-boy to a hungry man-man 
Leaving Momma’s love leftover

You just love to see a woman suffer
When she cries you cup her face and say it’s to comfort
Come
As you slip your hands under your beltline
And use her tears to lubricate a good time
I can feel those eyes sinking into me
You hate it when I sing but you love it when I scream
I know why you shoot with your right hand free
Shoo, hunter boy, go skip your stones in a tree

And we foxes have a common phrase
If he can aim, he will shoot so scurry far away
But what about hunter boys, 
boys who play our game
Makin’ tiny cuts at fur until we’re not the same?

Well
We fair foxes learned to grit our teeth
If it’s screaming but not bleeding, then go back to sleep
In these woods, food is scarce, take what you keep
Be wary but don’t heed a hand that’s willing to feed 

You just love to see a woman suffer
When she cries you cup her face and say it’s to comfort
Come
As you slip your hands under your beltline
And use her tears to lubricate a good time
I can feel those eyes sinking into me
You hate it when I sing but you love it when I scream
I know why you shoot with your right hand free
Shoo, hunter boy, go skip your stones in a tree

There once was a hunter boy-boy
Taking part in hunter thing-things
Getting off to killing foxes ‘cause he liked their femme screams
And he’d say: it wasn’t my fault, fault, fault, was an archer’s paradox
Please still love me momma, momma, please still love me, momma
I didn’t mean to kill that fox

FOXCRY

FOXCRY (Dorm Demo)

Lyrics:

I’m burning wick to fingertip with sage
from my shaky-shakin hands
Millie, what have you done to me,
my friend?

I’m tossin’ turnin’ in an open grave
coined-tongued with whatever I can save,
carrying hauntings of a brand-new age—
Millie, can’t you see I slide
planchettes with my wake?

Catch me walking with the ghosts again
Must be on that double dose, depends
Roman chamomile all down the throat, lift hands
In Michigan, the lakes all darken
Blackbirds flocking to and fro, sevens
Roots drag marsh over the floor, levelin’
Millie, can’t you stop them? You slow no omens
like exhaling, it never ends

I’m coughing up elderberry on the stage
like your sacrificial lamb
Millie, hypnotize pain away, I beg

I’m whisper-hissing notes on every slate
that I scribe and toss into the hungry waves
carrying itchings for a familiar ache
Millie, can’t you see I made a walking stick out of my stake?

Catch me walking with the ghosts again
Must be on that double dose, depends
Roman chamomile all down the throat, lift hands
In Michigan, the lakes all darken
Blackbirds flocking to and fro, sevens
Roots drag marsh over the floor, levelin’
Millie, can’t you stop them? You slow no omens
like exhaling, it never ends

Three redwing blackbirds outside my window
two fish heads at my door
What be this omen, I’ll never know
Millie, warm the kettle once more

Three redwing blackbirds outside my window
Two fish heads at my door
One kettle bubbling atop rusted stove but
Millie, warm the kettle once
Millie, warm the kettle once
Milly could you so please be 
a kind old dearie just for me
and warm the kettle’s tea once more?

Catch me walking with the ghosts again
Must be on that double dose, depends
Roman chamomile all down the throat, lift hands
In Michigan, the lakes all darken
Blackbirds flocking to and fro, sevens
Roots drag marsh over the floor, levelin’
Millie, can’t you stop them? You slow no omens
like exhaling, it never ends

Millie, Warm the Kettle

My man is a stagnant water,
a mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
Waded in his iris to my knees
I bathed in his mouth overnight
We drank moonbeams from oily skies
Come dawn, he begged me, “Please, love, never leave”

Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm,

I have hands for building altars,
Lips to pray to reckless gods
Yeah, I was made to be a devotee
His mangroves held me ‘till died
My body’s relic left behind
To fossilize beneath the willow trees

Hmm, hmm,
Hmm, Hmm,

Thrashing like Ophelia in my featherdown coat
Won’t someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole
If to be loved is to be changed, I’m only worsenin’
Mosquito larvae in my ribs
He only loves me when I rot with him

I’m my father’s stubborn daughter
And I am no gentle lover
Only crown I wear is loyalty
My man is a stagnant water,
a mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
And I’m forever stuck his bog body

Hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm

The Bog Bodies

The Bog Bodies (Dorm Demo)

My babe, replaced me with a new girl I see
Her in
The mirror, not out of jealousy but rather similarity

Oh, does she know

That when he braids her hair she looks just like me, his last lady?
Or why the corn don't grow
In the garden, she'll dig and find teeth not seeds
'Cause that's where I sleep

She don't know
Why he's got so many old ghosts

My babe's got her pruning in the garden now, poppies
She scrapes the dirt from
The souls in her boots, the buried bodies
He never means it when he says he's sorry

When he finally blows
I pray she won't forgive easily like me, that she can gnash her teeth
So she can throw
What's left of him upon his pile of dirty laundry
As she wipes herself clean
After this new girl, there will be no more
Old ghosts

He taunts my spirit every day with his new, new girl
Does she know that he too was once my world?
Just as well-behaved with my lamb-like grace
Belly-up in the beast that I thought I could tame
I wanna raise the dead just to play with his head
It's a shame that he'd make her clean his mess up instead
I wanna set her free, and say she's not alone
When her peripherals make him a devil
But I'm just an old ghost

New Girl, Old Ghosts

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Music & Art by Madilyn Mei
Produced & Mixed by Scrawny
Mastered by Joe Hutchinson

Lyrics:

I'll play the husband and you’ll
Walk down the aisle
Say “I do” with a smile
Playing house for a while
Taking antidepressants
Poppin Skittles with breakfast
Imaginary problems for the plot
But we’ll solve em, won't we?

(Da da da da da da)
(P-o-p-p-i-n)

And when we're older maybe
We’ll have a couple babies
They'll all be plastic with those googly eyeballs
But they'll probably take after you
So they’ll be the coolest kids
We’ll raise them much better than
Either of our parents did 

(Da da da da da da)
(P-o-p-p-i-n)

Pour another cup of Joe mama
Cracking eggs and jokes in pajamas
Pour another cup of (your mom!)
I joke, I’d like one Americana
Americano? I really don’t know
I just got here, what’s a macchiato?
Cappuccino mocha lungo espresso
Cortado drip affogato ristretto
Where are the pictures? Speaking in riddles
Gimme a cocoa to go with my Skittles

I change my mind, I think I
Wanna play wife and you can, uh
Become a stay at home dad!
(At least until dinner time)
And we can take turns reading
Each other bedtime stories
(Well, once we learn to read)
I know how to almost spell my name!
Same time tomorrow?

(Da da da da da da)

Poppin Skittles

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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

Tho I'm A Tortoise

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Mastered by Joe Hutchinson

Lyrics:

Did God send you
Marching in?
Steadfast and true
To the end

Cut your long hair
Be a man
Kneel to the servant
Call him your King
Do what you must and then

Run, go back to your home
History is no one’s friend
Now you’ll never be known
As only Joan again
As only Joan again

Were you who they
Say you were
Lost to time
Stories blurred

Was your hair
Brown or blonde?
Were you ever there?
Either way, now you’re gone

Run, go back to your home
History is no one’s friend
Now you’ll never be known
As only Joan again

Run, go back to your home
History is no one’s friend
Now you’ll never be known
As only Joan again
As only Joan again

Oh Joan

I’ll twist and I’ll change
My name rearrange
Time makes us inhuman

I’ll live and I’ll die
But if immortalized
You’ll never be you again

The Bard

Joan

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Song Credits:
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Produced & Mixed by Scrawny
Mastered by Joe Hutchinson

Lyrics:

Humming along
Just a Bard with a song

I thought I knew me better
Playing it safe was
Never my game, guess
I should’ve known I’d never
Feel satisfied
Why’m I surprised? Why?

Why am I always
Standing on the brink of something?
Just out of my reach
I’m standing on the brink of something
New that I want, I know that it’s almost mine
Yet something tells me I’ll
Somehow always be
Standing on the brink of something new

I’d beg the universe to
Throw me a bone, but I know
I’m doing fine and just won’t
Settle for fine, it’s my fault

Making them proud, stil I can’t
Seem to slow down to take a
Breathe in, breathe out
I’ll rest when I settle down in the ground

Why am I always
Standing on the brink of something?
Just out of my reach
I’m standing on the brink of something
New that I want, I know that it’s almost mine
Yet something tells me I’ll
Somehow always be
Standing on the brink of something new

Learning it doesn’t
Matter the things
That I accomplish
I’ll always be
I’ll always be

Standing on the brink of something
Just out of my reach
I’m standing on the brink of everything
That I want, never the time
to celebrate yesterday’s victory when I’ll
Somehow I’ll always be
Standing on the brink of something new

Standing on the brink of
Standing on the brink of
Standing on the brink of (Call me the Bard)
Standing on the brink of (Tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve got nothing to prove)
Standing on the brink of (Now you’ll never be known)
Standing on the brink of (To take on a side quest sometime)
Standing on the brink of (Death is marching steadfast toward us)
Standing on the brink of (See me the same way that I see you)
Standing on the brink of (Call me the Bard)
Standing on the brink of
Everything

The Brink

The Bog Bodies (Acoustic Dorm Demo)

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Lyrics:

Always the artist
Never the muse
Crave your attention
You don't have a clue
Keep locking eyes from across crowded rooms
Did you catch my glance or were you looking too?

Always the poet
Never the poetry
Wanna be somebody you only see
Once in your life but remember forever
Eyes sharp as knife
Hair soft as a feather

Compare me to a
Summer’s day
Something romantic
Yet charmingly clever

I-
Wanna become all of the rays of the sun
Shining down on your face on a warm day
I wanna be the fresh ocean breeze
Fall to your knees at my feet
And beg me to pose
Beg me to be
Your Euterpe, Erato, Terpsichore
Write of my smile, sculpt me in clay
Use every metaphor you can to say that
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see you
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see-

You
You
You

Always the viewer
Never the view
Never the messy
Yet sweet ingenue
Romanticize me
Fantasize about all the ways I’d ruin your life
We keep locking eyes from across crowded rooms
Did you catch my glance or were you looking too?
Overthink every time that we speak
Then write up a song dedicated to me

I-
Wanna become all of the rays of the sun
Shining down on your face on a warm day
I wanna be the fresh ocean breeze
Fall to your knees at my feet
And beg me to pose
Beg me to be
Polyhymnia, Clio, Urania, please
Write of my smile, sculpt me in clay
Use every metaphor you can to say that
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see you
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see-

You
You
You

Guess this is what I wanted
What I set out to do
So why do I feel so small?
A fly on the wall?
Someone just notice me
Don’t let me only be
Just what I guess I wanted
Stuck in a bird’s eye view
Tell why do I feel small?
A fly on the wall?
Someone just notice me
Don't let me only be

Always the artist
Never the muse
Crave your attention
You don’t have a clue
Romanticize me
Fantasize about all the ways I’d ruin your life
Sailor and siren
Just drown in my eyes
Something erotic
That gives butterflies
Call me your pearl
Your sweet Gibson girl
I’m selfish, I’m vain
Just say I’m your world

I wanna become all of the rays of the sun
Shining down on your face on a warm day
I wanna be the fresh ocean breeze
Fall to your knees at my feet
And beg me to pose
Beg me to be
Your Calliope, Thalia, Melpomene
Write of my smile, sculpt me in clay
Use every metaphor you can to say that
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see you
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see-

You

Never The Muse

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Produced & Mixed by Scrawny  
Mastered by Joe Hutchinson

Lyrics:

I used to lead
With my head as my feet
My heart used to be irrelevant

Yearning for more
A place in the score
My soundtrack would be excellent

How many tales will I tell
Til I go on my own adventure? (own adventure)
Strumming along
Just a bard with a song
So they all remember

So they all
So they all

I’m bored again
Guess I’ll pretend
I’m from distant magic land

How very hard
To be a bard
In San Tan Valley, Arizona

Romanticize my silly life
Khaki armor
Quest to Wal-Mart

Someday I’ll die
But for now I’m alive
So hand me a pen
And call me The Bard

(Louder!)
(Second Verse!)

Lately I think
I’ve been stuck on the brink
Afraid to leave all that I know behind

Word spreading now
Of a bard town to town
My music and I
Blooming here online

Orpheus sings for a Eurydice
Who is gone for good now (gone for good now)
What would I lose if I was in his shoes
If I turn around?

It’s a lonely path, Isn’t it?
Of a bard with an itch
To do more than he knows how

More than he knows
More than he-

I’m bored again
Guess I’ll pretend
I’m from distant magic land

How very hard
To be a bard
In San Tan Valley, Arizona

Romanticize my silly life
Khaki armor
Quest to Wal-Mart

Someday I’ll die
But for now I’m alive
Send me on tour
And call me The Bard

Places to be
And people to meet
Stories to tell
To the curious listener

Someday I’ll change
My name rearrange
And when I return
I may not know my face
But I’ll try to be brave
On the brink that I contemplate
Going beyond til the grave

Cause there’s always
Another quest waiting
To take me and make me
A little less wise
And a little more lost
Cause the more that I know
The more that I don’t
And I’m chasing it now
I’m leaving this town
I’m writing my findings
And not slowing down

I’m bored again
Guess I’ll pretend
I’m from distant magic land

How very hard
To be a bard
In San Tan Valley, Arizona

Romanticize my silly life
Khaki armor
Quest to Wal-Mart

Someday I’ll die
But for now I’m alive

So call me The Bard
Call me The Bard
The Bard

Call Me The Bard
Call Me The Bard
Call Me The Bard
Call Me The Bard (I’m bored again)

Call Me The Bard (Call me The Bard)
Call Me The Bard

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