the difference between headphones and no headphones is so real.  I almost ascended hearing it with headphones for the first time today

My man is a stagnant water
A mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
Waded in his iris to my knees
I bathed in his mouth overnight
We drank moonbeams from oily skies
Come dawn, he begged me, “Please, love, never leave”

[Refrain]
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
I have hands for building altars
Lips to pray to reckless gods
Yeah, I was made to be a devotee
His mangroves held me ‘till died
My body’s relic left behind
To fossilize beneath the willow trees

[Refrain]
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm

[Bridge]
Thrashing like Ophelia in my featherdown coat
Won’t somеone teach me to lovе without it swallowing me whole
If to be loved is to be changed, I’m only worsenin’
Mosquito larvae in my ribs
He only loves me when I rot with him

[Verse]
I’m my father’s stubborn daughter
And I am no gentle lover
Only crown I wear is loyalty
My man is a stagnant water
A mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
And I’m forever stuck his bog body

I am
In trouble with myself again
I am
In trouble trouble trouble trouble
I am
In trouble with myself again
I am
In trouble trouble trouble

But I do believe
There's beauty within
That's why I can't stop
Picking my skin
Digging for a buried treasure
Digging for a way for me to

Say goodbye
To the stranger on the other side
Say hello
To the bliss of a
Disembodied mind

I am
In trouble with myself again
I am
In trouble trouble trouble trouble
I am
In trouble with myself again
I am
In trouble trouble trouble

But I do believe
There's a reason to live
That is why I'm gonna go
To sea in a sieve
Get me soaked and squeeze me through
Till there's nothing left to do but

Say goodbye
To the stranger on the other side
Say hello
To the bliss of a
Disembodied mind

I am
In trouble with myself again
I am
In trouble trouble trouble trouble
I am
In trouble with myself again
I am
In trouble trouble trouble

And I don’t believe
We could ever agree
That’s why I’ll do anything
To keep myself away from me
Maybe when I’m out of sight
I’ll see me in a better light

Eyes shut tight
Better get this right
Every word of the spell
To rip the soul from its shell

Say goodbye
To the stranger on the other side
Say hello
To the bliss of a
Disembodied mind

I am
in trouble with myself again
I am
in trouble trouble trouble trouble
I am
in trouble with myself again
I am
in trouble

Credits:

Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Produced by Stephan Nance
Co-produced by Mathias Kunzli
Arrangement by Stephan Nance & Mathias Kunzli
Strings arrangement by Anna Fritz & Stephan Nance
Percussion arrangement by Mathias Kunzli
Thanks to Gabriel Kahane and Nevada Jones

Piano/synths/lead vocals/backing vocals - Stephan Nance
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Strings - Bizarre Star Strings (Anna Fritz - cello, Kyleen King - viola, Mirabai Peart - violin)
Bass - Jeni Magana
Backing vocals - Mathias Kunzli

Disembodied Mind

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 (Dorm Demo)

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produced and mixed by scrawny
mastered by joe hutchinson
artwork by kris putter

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Lyrics:
When you’re gone I feel alone again
The voices cannot hold my hand
They keep me company at very best
Distract me from my loneliness

Maybe I’m just an anomaly
Even my demons have their families
Truly something must be wrong with me
To need you as much as I do

I was never meant to win
I was never meant to win
I was never meant to win

Shut up!

Here’s the reigns
Take ahold of me
Please don’t let me go

You do the talking
Sew up my mouth if I can’t keep it closed

There’s a dog barking right around the block
And a big ol’ whistle blow

Run for it
I’ll keep em occupied for you
Cause I love you, I love you so

Left me hangin at the station
But you’ll be back for me soon

I’m ‘bout to die
Yet the only thing I find i'm worried about is you

Something tells me you aren’t coming
Guess that I’m truly doomed

I’m 'bout to die
Yet the only thing I find I’m worried about is you
I’m 'bout to die
Yet the thing on my mind seems to nearly be nothing but you

I overhear your brain when it’s close to mine
Oh, I know that we’re not the same
My heart’s on the line

I’m just a pawn in your game
Not your partner in crime

And you’re slowly killing me
Taking your time
You’re slowly killing me
Taking your time

You’re slowly killing me
Taking your- (I was never meant to win)
You’re slowly killing me
Taking your- (I was never meant to win)

You’re slowly killing me
And yet I don’t mind (You were never meant to win)
You’re slowly killing me
But please take your time

Partner in Crime

Listen

Lyrics:

One small sound
One small word 
In tongues all over the world
I said it
I said it 
One small word
I said it
I didn't
I said it
I didn't
Tongues all over

Can't pick them out
Can't press them in 
I'll never hide my scars
Can't pick them out
Can't press them in
I'll never hide my scars 
I'll never hide my scars 

One small sound
One small sight 
One unsheathed knife must glint 
In an alternate timeline's light
One rust-ridden blade juts out 
Of a friendly moonstruck shape
To tear, tear terribly, terribly
Tear, tear terribly 
The delicate crepe of night

Familiarity breeds
Indifference
Familiarity breeds discontent
Familiarity breeds
Indifference
Familiarity breeds discontent

My other time machine
A pungent, putrid brownish-green 
November smile 
Blandishing my two-timing door

One small sound
One small bite
One tomial tooth
One Loggerhead Shrike must skewer 
My invertebrate doppelgänger 
On barbed wire in a parallel universe 

My tongue parallelly bleeds 
One small drop 
In a monthful of blood 
In tongues all over the world
I said it, I didn't
It doesn't matter
What I said or didn't
Admit it
You were never going to get it
I was always gonna get it

Can't pick them out
Can't press them in 
I'll never hide my scars
Can't pick them out
Can't press them in
I'll never hide my
Familiarity breeds
Familiarity breeds

Not only is it thicker
Blood is stickier than water
Maybe that's relevant somehow
Can I explode now?

Credits:
Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Produced by Josh Frigo
Co-produced by Stephan Nance
Keyboard, vocals, backing vocals - Stephan Nance
Drums & percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Bass - Jeni Magana
Strings arrangement - Stephan Nance and Michelle Packman
Strings - Bizarre Star Strings:
• Patti King - violin
• Kyleen King - viola
• Anna Fritz -  cello
Guitar, additional backing vocals - Josh Frigo
Vocal coaching - Nevada Jones and Adam Sweeney
Vocals recorded at The Map Room
Vocal session engineer - Adam Sweeney
Mixed by Josh Frigo
Mastered by Alex Dobbert
Artwork - Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design - Chad Lowe

November

Nobody Escapes


Lyrics:

I've thrown aside my worries
But the cares they bite me back
I'm taking twenty vitamins a day
For the iron I lack

I don't need food I don't need sleep
Don't tell me that I'm wrong
I don't know what I'm doing
But can you please just play along

My head is made of flowers
And my body made of steel
Cause I can't think
Can't hear can't feel

They say
A picture's worth a thousand words
But I disagree
I can't imagine anything
Cause I can't see

I won't break the ice though what else
Is there to do
Cause suffering in silence is better
Than suffering with you

So I jumped out with a parachute
But the ground caught me off guard
Karma for the rules I break
The ones I disregard

I can feel the tension rising
What fate is worse than this
Stuck between the ones I love
And the ones I miss

My head is made of shrubbery
And my body made of stone
Cause I can't for the life of me
Reap what I have sown

They say
A picture's worth a thousand words
But I disagree
I can't imagine anything
Cause I can't see

I won't break the ice though what else
Is there to do
Cause suffering in silence is better
Than suffering with you

I try to sink and never float
Cause my head is underwater
I'm here by choice by my own hand
I'm a lamb sent into slaughter

I'm aware of my own body
I can feel beneath my skin
I can wash away my insecurities
But can't wash away my sin

They say
A picture's worth a thousand words
But I disagree
I can't imagine anything
Cause I can't see

I won't break the ice though what else
Is there to do
Cause suffering in silence is better
Than suffering with you

suffering - Amélie Farren

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written and composed by madilyn mei
produced by  @ScrawnyMusic  & madilyn mei 
mixed by scrawny
mastered by joe hutchinson
artwork by madilyn mei

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Lyrics:
Welcome.
But I thought-
Ah ah ah! No need to think.
Oh.
Just repeat what you know.
Okee!

leaves, bushels of apples,
dirt, thistles,
busy little birds,
raining, storming,
shelter, morning,
vegetable, fruit,
beans, seeds and gourds too.

rake, shovel,
gravel, bug,
soil, glove!
flower pot.
snapdragon, wagon,
lunch time.
lemonade for all.
yay!

growing, dying,
photosynthesising.
sun setting/rising

it's all
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wow! great job. next.

pixel petals
endless lifeless gigabytes
miss my corner of sunlight.

Garden Jargon

Stream

Explode!

Explode! (Sped Up)

Rule #34

My man is a stagnant water,
a mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
Waded in his iris to my knees
I bathed in his mouth overnight
We drank moonbeams from oily skies
Come dawn, he begged me, “Please, love, never leave”

Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm,

I have hands for building altars,
Lips to pray to reckless gods
Yeah, I was made to be a devotee
His mangroves held me ‘till died
My body’s relic left behind
To fossilize beneath the willow trees

Hmm, hmm,
Hmm, Hmm,

Thrashing like Ophelia in my featherdown coat
Won’t someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole
If to be loved is to be changed, I’m only worsenin’
Mosquito larvae in my ribs
He only loves me when I rot with him

I’m my father’s stubborn daughter
And I am no gentle lover
Only crown I wear is loyalty
My man is a stagnant water,
a mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
And I’m forever stuck his bog body

Hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm

The Bog Bodies - Dorm Demo

Regular People - Moon Walker

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!

The Bog Bodies - Dorm Demo

Rabbitology

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