I just realized that this reminds me of Slay The Princess

OK, i CRIED. because of this song. this is absolutely gorgeous in every way possible. thank you so much. you're amazing.

love how rabbitology is always keeping us fed

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

Living Ghost

Wildfire (Gone, Gone, Gone) / Death Song

Preybirds

Preybirds (The Watched Version)

Rule #47 - The Birds Are Plotting

The Light That Comes Through

Joanie

Lyrics:

Quiet onset of a yawn
Old growth onslaught
Shallow foresight
Dawn dawns on these lawns

In a town on a mountain
Where the ghosts inhabit poisoned wooden caves
And the things they do and the things they say
Live in smaller caves
And the details of those things
Dwell in even smaller caves

A truth or two got lost
Nary a tooth got flossed

On the hearth near the mallard drake
In the entertainment center by the sliding door
On a spotlit plinth in an empty corridor
From one ear to the other
In a terracotta pot upon a bookcase
In a handcrafted cabinet of spoons

When you lose your mind
Leave those useless curios behind

Always be you
You will always be you
And I think that that's a good person to be
As long as you're doing
No harm unto others
Then you're always doing the right thing by me
You're always doing the right thing by me

But how can I do that
When I have no habitat?

When they shoot you down
To prove that they exist
Hold your ground and passively resist
Hold your ground and passively resist

Why me?
Why me?
Always bleeding in the brambles
Isn't there somebody else I could be?

Always be you
You will always be you
And I think that that's a good person to be
As long as you're doing
No harm unto others
Then you're always doing the right thing by me
You're always doing the right thing by me

Sow the seeds of peace
I agree
But also see the forest for the trees

You can spend your whole life
Planting annuals dutifully year after year
But by no small marigold patch will
An Ivory-billed Woodpecker appear

You can spend your whole life
Planting annuals dutifully year after year
But by no small marigold patch will
An Ivory-billed Woodpecker appear


Credits:
Music and lyrics - Stephan Nance
Piano, vocals, backing vocals - Stephan Nance
Banjo, guitars, keys - Josh Frigo
Backing vocals - Annie Elise
Double bass - Jeni Magana
Cello, violin, viola - Yoed Nir
Drums - Jon Truman
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Strings arrangement - Stephan Nance & Michelle Packman
Vocal recording engineer - Annie Elise
Mixing - Josh Frigo
Mastering - Alex Dobbert
Artwork - Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design - Chad Lowe

Wooden

Wrote this one early Spring morning long ago, when out walking with my 3 year old daughter, Janine.

Little Legs (Janine's Song)

Chuchoter

At Least I'd Be A Cowboy!

Don’t Box Me In

a lil bit folk, a lil bit cosmic, a lil bit whatnot... 
songs for the winged, moss-clad being that climbs through my window every blue moon and demands MUSIC.

Joanie

Rabbitology

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