Random but I’m going to her concert on October 15 in Minnesota, and uh would anyone want bracelets if I made some? I’d totally be willing to trade Kandi!

I could literally listen to this forever!! 🐻

this is giving back memories from 4th grade when i was listening to this while doing my first diamond art, im now in 6th and im doing a four foot diamond art

who didnt tell me that this was released  >:[

who else saw engravings on the gravestones in the bg?

Ohhhh Kleptomaniacrow…you big silly 🤪

Fish in a Birdcage

Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage

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written and composed by madilyn mei
produced and mixed by scrawny
mastered by joe hutchinson
artwork by madilyn mei

lyrics:

Where do snails go during the day?
They’re probably somewhere playing video games
I’m sad they feel the need to go away
Go away

Where’s the chapel where the mantis pray?
The leaves grow green then fall away
In reddish shades that crumple under six long legs
Leading me along, the children sing a song
And I’d like to turn around
But I know I’m not that strong

I’m missing a house
That I’ve never called home
I’m missing a time that I’ve never known
I remember a tree, had a whole leaf of my own
But now we’re reaching spring
Was it just a dream? I don’t know

I don’t know
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?

They warn of snakes in search of prey
The stories scare me so I stay
At the chapel where the mantis pray
And every day
They lead me along
The children hum a hymn
And I’d like to run away
But to leave would be a sin

I’m missing a house
That I’ve never called home
I’m missing a time that I’ve never known
I remember a song, I sung along
But how did it go?
Well, now I’m reaching spring
Probably just a dream
I should let go

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
I was a tadpole at the time
So I don’t remember much
About what he had to say

Faces, beady little eyes
Larva always cries
Beetle does the same
Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
I was a bunny (I was a kitten) at the time
So I don’t remember much
About what he had to say

Faces, beady little eyes
Larva always cries
Beetle does the same
Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

The Chapel

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

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Lyrics:
Kleptomaniacrow
Following me wherever I go
Hoping I’ll drop something so
He can add to his collection
He likes the shiniest things
Dangling trinkets
Coins and beads
Offered up some crumbs to eat
But he didn’t seem interested

Kleptomaniacrow
Why follow I?
I’ve not much stowed away
In my pockets today
You have an eye on my necklace

You start a strange charade, a dance,
A’beckon me to follow
So like you always do I follow you this time
You lead me far away
Didn’t take you for a tour guide
You and I, parading by,
Deep into the wood

Oh Kleptomaniacrow
Leading me somewhere I don’t know
And to my horror you led
Me to a body at rest and
There I stood shocked by your side
For to my surprise the body was mine
Did that mean I was a ghost?
I don’t remember dying

And as I stood there crying
Over my own lifeless body
You felt the time was right to snatch
The locket you'd been eyeing
To my demise I realized too late
And with the pull 
The corpse had disappeared
And off you flew holding my soul

“Finders Keepers"
Written in chicken scratch
On my tombstone
Nice touch, thanks for that
Guess that grim reaper
Knew I’d never grow old
Awful funny sendin’ birds to do your work though

“Finders Keepers"
Well you finally have my soul
But little do you know
That necklace is
That necklace is

“Finders Keepers"
Written in chicken scratch
On my tombstone
Gonna pay for that
Couldn't know better
Who knew death would come
With feathers
Who knew he'd send a greedy beak
A’peckin at my feet, oh 

“Finders Keepers"
Well you finally have my soul
But, word to your crow,  though
That necklace is fools gold

Kleptomaniacrow

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Lyrics:

I've thrown aside my worries
But the cares they bite me back
I'm taking twenty vitamins a day
For the iron I lack

I don't need food I don't need sleep
Don't tell me that I'm wrong
I don't know what I'm doing
But can you please just play along

My head is made of flowers
And my body made of steel
Cause I can't think
Can't hear can't feel

They say
A picture's worth a thousand words
But I disagree
I can't imagine anything
Cause I can't see

I won't break the ice though what else
Is there to do
Cause suffering in silence is better
Than suffering with you

So I jumped out with a parachute
But the ground caught me off guard
Karma for the rules I break
The ones I disregard

I can feel the tension rising
What fate is worse than this
Stuck between the ones I love
And the ones I miss

My head is made of shrubbery
And my body made of stone
Cause I can't for the life of me
Reap what I have sown

They say
A picture's worth a thousand words
But I disagree
I can't imagine anything
Cause I can't see

I won't break the ice though what else
Is there to do
Cause suffering in silence is better
Than suffering with you

I try to sink and never float
Cause my head is underwater
I'm here by choice by my own hand
I'm a lamb sent into slaughter

I'm aware of my own body
I can feel beneath my skin
I can wash away my insecurities
But can't wash away my sin

They say
A picture's worth a thousand words
But I disagree
I can't imagine anything
Cause I can't see

I won't break the ice though what else
Is there to do
Cause suffering in silence is better
Than suffering with you

suffering - Amélie Farren

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)

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Song Credits:
Written & Performed by Madilyn Mei
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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produced by @scrawnymusic & madilyn mei 
mixed by scrawny
mastered by joe hutchinson
artwork by madilyn mei

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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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Lyrics:

If the double-row eighteen-cylinder
Air-cooled radial engine
Is not enough to tip you off
Before he slips you off the needle
Drops you into unstitched space
The wasteland which henceforth
Shall be referred to as “your place”

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
When the captain dies by the sword
He'll leave you trapped in the cockpit
Crying out "Mayday!"

When a Scissor-tailed Flycatcher aerial courtship
Nosedives in a blitzkrieg from that Whiskey Delta
You can tell the backyard bomber
Never helmed a cargo crate
He croaks out undoing and doom
To the wishful safety net
You jeopardized your life to loom

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
Once you elope with the captain
You'll leave on a sordid honeymoon
Trapped in the cockpit
Crying out "Mayday!"

Always the last and never the least
Always the fast and never the feast
Always the cult of domesticity
Always the jolts of electricity
Always surpassed and never decreased
Always amassed and never released
Always the past controls your mind
Never the peace you hoped to God you'd finally find

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
And when he dies by the sword
He’ll reward you for your obedience
For your countenance has woven in at every turn

Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand
Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand still burns
Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand still burns
From the last airstrike

Credits:
Music and lyrics - Stephan Nance
Piano/vocals/backing vocals - Stephan Nance
Programming/bass guitar/guitars/banjo/organ/keys - Josh Frigo
Violin/viola/cello - Yoed Nir
Double bass - Jeni Magana
Trumpet - John Lake
Trombone/bass trombone - Becca Patterson
French horn - Meredith Moore
Piccolo/flute/oboe/clarinet/bassoon - Josh Plotner
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Drums - Aksel Coe
Orchestral arrangement - Josh Plotner
Vocal recording engineer - Adam Sweeney
Mixing - Josh Frigo
Mastering - Alex Dobbert
Artwork - Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design - Chad Lowe

Mayday!

Just A Memory

telling stories

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