note - I do N O T take A N Y credit for this track and will it remove if I'm asked to by the original creator

Allies or Enemies - by The Crane Wives

There's a god in the cranberry bogs, you've found. Who else would turn the toads and frogs into a symphony?
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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]

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]

Written and composed by: Rabbitology & "Pickel"
To my friends, to my city, and to the lyricist (Pickel) who wishes not to be credited but deserves it nonetheless...

LYRICS:
In the halflight, can you hear me calling all right, yeah

stickin’ are times in the 419
when the woods hung brown, pale but no sunshine
like  stickers on fruit we’d chew with nothing else to do

in her time before our prime,
a primed facade no we don’t mind
an abode for molding memories true 

oh, city the city, this city’s lined with something
the city, this city, she’s got something
city, the city, this city’s air is something
holy 

Calling lately, can you hear me, calling Maisie
Can hear me? Calling faintly—
A little weary, a little shaky, 
Can you blame me for going crazy!
Will the memories push on daisies?
Can you hear me, blurrin’ hazey
Can you hear me calling lately…

friendships last but scenes do pass
Soon meet again in the queen of glass
Refill what made us what we are

Souls together, worlds apart
Mind’s eye please remember our start
ground me in a realm now afar from here…

Calling lately, can you hear me, calling Maisie
Can hear me? Calling faintly—
A little weary, a little shaky, 
Can you blame me for going crazy!
Will the memories push on daisies?
Can you hear me, blurrin’ hazey
Can you hear me calling lately…

pourin’ wine on the flame of the 419
hard to understand how so sublime
how to ever reach that time, again?

Calling lately, can you hear me, calling Maisie
(Oh-i-o, Oh-i-o)
Can hear me? Calling faintly—
A little weary, a little shaky, 
Can you blame me for going crazy!
Will the memories push on daisies?
Can you hear me, blurrin’ hazey
Can you hear me calling lately…

419 [Dorm Demo] (ft. Pickel)

The Well- The Crane Wives

NOT MY SONG!!!!!!! LIVE LAUGH LOVE TCW <33

Scars - The Crane Wives

scared of my guitar - Olivia Rodrigo (cover)

First Take Recording Myself playing Acoustic Guitar including my Vocals.

I Overlooked an Orchid Cover - Brooke McLeod

Half of Everything

The Crane Wives - High Horse

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.