beautiful voice, love the soft darkness in it

Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush
The freezing rain has
Pushed them down into the valley
With the rest of us
Flushed
From the comfortably lush
Forest floor
They draw their bows across
Serrated edges of
Musical saws and crush
The frigid, sharply pointed hearts
Of icicles like us

Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush...

Swish! swish!
The Osprey hovers seeking fish
The glassy pond
Displays the menu but won't serve the dish
To birds who wish
To linger when
The air turns cold
Defying pressure
To defer to Cackling Geese
And Western

Gulls, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish...

Who doesn't wish they could
Begin
To leave?
Who doesn't wish they could
Believe
In letting something end?
We have these wishes
But we're hung up
On a superstitious
Focus on the family
We see in Collared Doves
With love much stronger
Than we probably
Should ever hope
For ours to be.

Are we a "we are" today?
Will we be a "we will be" tomorrow?
Were we a "we were" already
Long ago?
We don't know
What price makes sense to pay,
So we settle for indebted sorrow,
Never knowing we could dine and
Dash into that nullifying snow.

Thrash! thrash!
The so-called trash birds
Taking baths
Betray their cuteness
In the recklessness with which
They lash
Their lustrous feathers
Petroleum with flecks of ash
In an unseasonable
Puddle
Glaciating fast

Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, freeze,
Splash, splash, splash,
Freeze, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, freeze,
Splash, splash, splash...

Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush,
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!

Varied Thrush

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]

a good song about bad compulsions. wrote this sucker in an hour and could not hold back to release it. think it works better in simplicity, anyway.

lyrics:

am i still good? am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i still good, am i still good?

please, make me good.

thirty-six
handwashes per day,
the thought hit head and then the foam.
skin so slick,
paper mâché, you'd
think i scrubbed down to the bone.

i'm not like that anymore.
i don't think...
... sometimes i still find myself by that sink, begging,

"am i still good? am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i still good, am i still good?
"please, make me good."

bedridden:
when he was mad,
i'd lock myself up in the attic,
all alone. crying,
"am i what he made of me? a body formed from selfish maladies?"

and he said he never meant it, he just needed me;
i shook his foul routine but i'm still turning in my sleep, praying,

"am i still good? am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i good, am i still good, am i still good?"

and it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, and it is good, and it is good.

Soap Prayers [August Demo]

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]

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]

DEMOS is an exclusive10 track LP of unreleased songs including demos from our debut album 'Punch' plus never-before-heard B-sides.

Available to download on Bandcamp only: autoheart.bandcamp.com/album/demos

All tracks written and produced by Autoheart. 
Artwork by Young & Sick youngandsick.com/

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Simply Simple

'Walking in the Air' is a song written by Howard Blake for the 1982 animated film of Raymond Briggs' 1978 children's book The Snowman.

Cover art: Self-portrait (looking for St. George), 2013, by Ron Adams. 

Words/Music: Howard Blake 
Vocals: Jody Gadsden 
Keys/Programming: Simon Neilson & Barney JC 

Produced by Autoheart 
Mixed by Simon Neilson 
Mastered by Robert Harder @ Harder Production

Walking In The Air

Just Five More Minutes

4 AM

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.

- especially imperfect: producer bros beware... 
- active member of the anti-tuning and anti-quantizing club (the moss creature is very impatient to have songs, as am i)
- PRIORITIZE PASSION!
- gooble gooble garble gooble gooble!

Love, Like a Sore Throat [January Demo]

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