This song is so pretty and relaxing. If you get a bandcamp I would love to buy your music! I hope you release all your songs someday!

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

Icarus

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?
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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]

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,

Disembodied Mind

The Well- The Crane Wives

WHEN WE REMEMBER

BöhM - If you don't mine (Live Accoustique)

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.

Star-Freckled Hands [August Demo]

Rabbitology

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