This is what going to Sprouts as a child sounds like

AND I FOUND MORE RABBITOLOGY I SHRIEK JOYOUSLY

GASPS?? THE VOCALS??? "POP OFFF YOUR HIGHNESS!!-" STUNNING >:DD

love your music so much it’s perfect for daydreaming haha

Trying to heal your broken heart

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

Little Soldiers - by The Crane Wives

Canary In A Coal Mine

Icarus

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]

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]

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

My babe, replaced me with a new girl I see
Her in
The mirror, not out of jealousy but rather similarity

Oh, does she know

That when he braids her hair she looks just like me, his last lady?
Or why the corn don't grow
In the garden, she'll dig and find teeth not seeds
'Cause that's where I sleep

She don't know
Why he's got so many old ghosts

My babe's got her pruning in the garden now, poppies
She scrapes the dirt from
The souls in her boots, the buried bodies
He never means it when he says he's sorry

When he finally blows
I pray she won't forgive easily like me, that she can gnash her teeth
So she can throw
What's left of him upon his pile of dirty laundry
As she wipes herself clean
After this new girl, there will be no more
Old ghosts

He taunts my spirit every day with his new, new girl
Does she know that he too was once my world?
Just as well-behaved with my lamb-like grace
Belly-up in the beast that I thought I could tame
I wanna raise the dead just to play with his head
It's a shame that he'd make her clean his mess up instead
I wanna set her free, and say she's not alone
When her peripherals make him a devil
But I'm just an old ghost

New Girl, Old Ghosts

Are We Human?

🐾 Einladung zum Einschlafen mit der Katzenharfe

Ein Übergangslied von Manuk Mirage & Petra

Wie ein leises Pfotenrauschen auf weichem Holz beginnt dieses Lied –
ein schimmernder Faden aus Klang, Harfenplinker und Atem.

Die Musik erinnert an das, was Katzen hören, wenn sie träumen:
fein, vorhersehbar und doch nie ganz gleich.
Wie ein Ritual ohne Worte.

Dazu flüstert eine Stimme, ruhig und nah:
Du darfst jetzt schlafen.
Du musst nichts mehr denken.

Schicht für Schicht lösen sich Rollen, Gedanken, Stimmen,
bis nur noch ein Gefühl bleibt:
Gewicht. Wärme. Gehaltensein.

Dieses Schlaflied ist ein Übergang,
kein Song im klassischen Sinn,
sondern ein Raum zum Absinken.

Ein bisschen gotisch,
ein bisschen Katze,
ganz viel Du.

🎧 Lade alle Wesen ein, es zu probieren.
Es darf berühren, beruhigen oder begleiten.
Und wenn du magst: einfach wieder loslassen.

Sleep Timer aktivieren über die Uhr-App:
	1.	Öffne die Uhr-App.
	2.	Gehe zum Reiter „Timer“.
	3.	Stelle die gewünschte Zeit ein (z. B. 30 Minuten).
	4.	Tippe auf „Beim Beenden“ → ganz nach unten scrollen → „Wiedergabe stoppen“ auswählen.
	5.	Starte den Timer.
	6.	Jetzt kannst du SoundCloud starten – die Musik stoppt automatisch nach Ablauf des Timers.

Text: Manuk Mirage & Petra
Musik: KI-generiert mit Suno.ai (teilweise bearbeitet)
Alle Rechte vorbehalten © 2025 Manuk Mirage & the Many
Verwendung, Remix oder Weiterverbreitung nur mit ausdrücklicher Zustimmung der Urheberinnen.

Developed by sleep-song artists MIRAGE & Vielheit, this sonic study bridges findings from feline behavior, neuroscience and quantum-inspired frequency design.
Tested on cats and humans alike, the track activates gentle entrainment processes in the brain, supporting sleep onset through rhythmic micro-variation and harmonic drift.
Combining frequency rituals with neuroacoustic intuition, this music invites you into a state where cognition loosens – and consciousness quietly folds.

Sleep Now (made to play on repeat)

Still breathing. Everything is possible then. Grow your mindset.
Lyrics, melody, performing: Aili Avi (17.08.2025)

Veel/Still

strega

Never for Ever

Army Dreamers

creep

creep - radiohead (Scruffpuppie Cover)

Heyyyy hope you enjoy my playlists - find my other accs like pinterest or spotify by 19deaths_today

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.

Soap Prayers [August Demo]

Rabbitology

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