"Baxter 3rd is Under Fucking Siege (soft)" is the 1st track on Penelope Scott’s "Junkyard" released February 27th, 2020.
This is not mine, all credits go to Penelope Scott

Credits:
Bandcamp: https://penelopescott.bandcamp.com/
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/penelope-scott
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3u6lPufHw4Oww6D88rv6sB
YouTube: www.youtube.com/channel/UCIv3g9rhCPc4yHX0dFwjkhw
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/penelope-scott/1513307072

Junkyard

Baxter 3rd is Under Fucking Siege (soft)

Penelope Scott - Baxter 3rd is Under Fucking Siege (soft)

grian, double life
credits to cherrifire for the cover

the crane w̶i̶v̶e̶s̶ lives - ancient history

I DID NOT MAKE THIS SONG!!! SONG IS FROM ROCKABYE MUSICAL

Rockabye (Original Cast Recording)

Crazy For You

Nothing At All

Stay Positive

Ulysses Dies At Dawn Ties That Bind - The Mechanisms

Tales To Be Told The Ignominious Demise of Dr. Pilchard - The Mechanisms

lyrics:
VINCENT:
DEAR MS. REPORTER, I’M HONORED TO BE HERE
OH, MS. REPORTER, I’VE HAD A BUSY YEAR
IF YOU WANT PARTICULARS
MY EXTRACURRICULARS
HAVE BEEN QUITE FULFILLING
AS I MADE A KILLING!

I’VE BEEN SILENT, QUICK, AND DEADLY
AS I FOUND EACH NOMINEE.
THIS PRIZE LIST’S GOTTEN SHORTER
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF ME! 
I STARTED OFF EASY 
WITH THOSE JOCKS IN THE GYM.
I’M LUCKY IT WAS AMBROSE.
I MEAN, ANYONE WOULD KILL HIM!

OH MS. REPORTER, YOU LOOK A LITTLE FAINT.
WELL, MS. REPORTER, I’VE SHOWN GOOD SELF-RESTRAINT.
NO ONE ELSE SUSPECTS A THING
OR LOOKS AT ME IN STUDY HALL
OR ASKS ME WHERE I’M HEADED TO
IT’S LIKE THEY’VE NEVER CARED AT ALL.

HOW CAN THEY NOT NOTICE?
I’M SO NEAT AND PRECISE!
FEEDING THEM TO SQUIRRELS
OR THE LABORATORY MICE.
THE ADMIN WON’T STOP ME.
NO SURVEILLANCE INCREASED.
YOU WOULD THINK, REPORTER, 
THEY WOULD CANCEL CLASS AT LEAST! 

OH, MS. REPORTER, I’VE HID THEM QUITE WELL
AND, MS. REPORTER, AS FAR AS I CAN TELL
I COULD KILL THEM ON THE GREEN
OR LEAVE THEIR BODIES IN THE SQUARE
BURN STUTTON HALL TO ASHES
AND THE ADMIN WOULDN’T CARE!

AND I THINK THAT I’M THE PROBLEM
IT’S LIKE EVERY OTHER YEAR.
EVEN IF I TRY TO PLEASE THEM,
IT’S LIKE I WAS NEVER HERE.
ALWAYS PART OF SOMEONE’S SHADOW
ALWAYS PUT BACK IN MY PLACE
(to GHOST AMBROSE)
I’LL NEVER HAVE THE MONEY
OR THE BIRTHRIGHT, OR THE FACE. 
(GHOST AMBROSE mirrors VINCENT’s movements for the rest of the song) 
I’VE CHOKED THEIR RICH MACHINE WITH BLOOD
BUT THE WHEELS JUST KEEP ON TURNING.
THEY’D NEVER LET A COUPLE DEATHS
DISRUPT A PLACE OF LEARNING. 

OH, MS. REPORTER, I CAN’T SAY THIS TO YOU
BUT, MS. REPORTER, I MEAN, WHAT ELSE CAN I DO? 
WHAT ELSE COULD MAKE THEM WANT ME?
IS IT SOMETHING I CAN’T SEE? 
WOULD THEY NOTICE ANYTHING
IF IT WAS DONE BY ME? 
THERE’S NO MORE RULES TO TEMPT ME
OR CONTESTANTS TO PURSUE 
PLEASE, MS. REPORTER, 
PLEASE, MS. REPORTER,
PLEASE, DON’T TELL ME,
BUT WHAT ELSE CAN I DO? 
WHAT ELSE CAN I DO? 
WHAT ELSE CAN I DO? 
WHAT ELSE CAN I- 
WHAT ELSE CAN I-
WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?

Oh, Ms. Reporter (Adamandi Demo)

from Incredible Distance [EP], released February 9, 2018 
Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Stephan Nance - vocals, piano, programming 
Adam Caswell - programming 
Esther Kwak - clarinet 
Dylan Myers - bassoon 
Arrangement - Adam Caswell

Trampoline sensations 
lingering 
I fall asleep 
grinning 
and awake 
grinning 
in awe 
at what I 
see saw 
see saw 
see saw 
see saw... 

It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's unreal... 
It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's unreal... 
It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's un— 

Cornucopia sofa 
so far you are 
treating me A-OK today— 
Eleemosynary celery 
boyar 
born of crimson velvet clay 
born on an inclement Friday 
born in the month of March... 

Tambourine tintinnabulations 
annotating 
birdsong, bee song, 
thumping bunny hearts 
clinging 
in awe 
to what they 
see saw 
see saw 
see saw 
see saw... 

It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's unreal... 
It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's unreal... 
It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's un 
reeling in the Earth 
cartwheel and coincide 
sidewind and surrealize 
Sun reeling in the Earth 
Earth reeling in the Sun 
(parenthetical asides aside) 
Sun and Earth 
having begun 
accrete 
accrue 
accelerate— 
collide... 

Pierce my wrists with your nails, 
pierce my temples with your thorns; 
Revoke my resurrection license, 
I can't bear to be reborn. 
Place me on a bed of shells 
(relics of pistachios) 
within earshot of the sound, 
somewhere over the Narrows…

The Sound Narrows

A Circus Most Peculiar (A Nikola Orsinov Fansong)

tma wikisong for jonathan sims!
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STREAM MY EP now on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0NSsmq92kewSVRj19I41i4?si=8BLAXVrwQNqn6kfZTAN3ow (or find me at "elliotly" on other music streaming platforms). 
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also check out my musical podcasts Perfect Times Eleven (gay superheroes n arson) and Whirlwind for Hire (immortal wlws w/ swords) if ur into musicals (u should be able to find them on streaming platforms by lookin up their names!)

comment creds to the wonderful commenters in the screenshots! find my other tma wikisongs here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CMEEJscczQ&list=PL4xqUjsrBMxW-WEfYZAKJJcA9sr_1DHlK

lyrics:
Poor old Jon, I am so sick of this man
being bullied by life itself.
hot jon rights you're absolutely correct
People care a lot about his health 

Theatre kid icon
Needs a hug and a nap
and a lil hot cocoa
And a blanket to wrap

Theatre kid icon
Ship him with therapy
short king archivist supremacy

Jon-binary rights Jon-binary wrongs
Not used to having a coward as a protagonist
I kin this man and i regret it everyday
What an absolute dumbass prick. He’s a

Theatre kid icon
Needs a hug and a nap
and a lil hot cocoa
And a blanket to wrap

Theatre kid eye-con
Ship him with therapy
short king archivist supremacy

short king archivist supremacy

This page is for our website portfolio; demos for in-progress projects are posted to https://soundcloud.com/elliotvalentinelee

We are Mel Hornyak (Book/Lyrics) and Elliot Valentine (Book/Lyrics/Music), two New York-based musical theater writers who work under the artist name Melliot. Our musicals use speculative genres like sci-fi, horror, and fantasy to defamiliarize power, love and identity.

Oh, Ms. Reporter (Adamandi Demo)

Melliot

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