Pov: ur here cuz ur gf forced you to listen to this

my sister (cis+) and i (nonbinary) like to sing and play this song on the ukulele together <3

a friend brought me here in 2020 and I'm back here in2024 on purpose

I'm trans and nonhuman—I feel so connected to this song!

A playlist to cheer u up and forget about ur adult/teen troubles :)

Crying at 3am because I grew up too fast

a letter of wistful foreboding from a researcher who has seen and learned more than they should have

dear friend i write to you swiftly
with scarlet ink and a woe
my note will be fleeting
but promise while reading
to hang on to every word

all the days are forgetting
they told me i was alone
but leafing through pages
does nothing for aged
fingers that work to the bone

through the archway
where the bookspines fold
they will show you the way

this study cramped and musty
a coffin to call my abode
each cold glance i've earned
passing through me i've learned
not to trust those that make it a home

i met a ghost that tended a garden
they showed me their most prized marrow
tendons and teeth
amongst pale meadowsweet
seeds of doubt are beginning to grow

through the archway
footprints cremated to smoke
they will show you the way

a letter from a notable source

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

The Hand That Feeds - by The Crane Wives

Dress Like A Pirate - stream -> https://linktr.ee/madilynmei

lyrics:

what if i woke up and decided
i wanna dress like a pirate

i’m pretty tired of folding clothes
every day down at target

well maybe someday ill sail the sea
glad i woke up to write this song
if it makes me enough money
i’ll be gone gone gone gone gone

don’t wanna spread any hate
or do much plunderin to ya
just wanna map that may or may not
lead me to buried moola

oh i blame it all on my dad
he’d always urge me to play along
makin movies in the backyard
oh my heart is too far gone

well maybe someday ill sail the sea
be the hero of my own tale
if i die before then maybe
i’ll reincarnate as a whale

where’s the green flag
where’s my go head
wanna do something
crazy before i’m dead
lotsa red flags
i’m ignoring them
don’t need a ship
guess a raft would be alright instead
just get me out of here
just get me out of here

one day i woke up and decided i wanna dress like a pirate
i’m pretty tired of folding clothes every day down at target

well maybe someday ill sail that sea
be the hero of my own life
if it makes me enough money
i’ll finally quit my 9-to-5

well just you watch ima sail that sea
glad i woke up to write this song
when it makes me enough money
ill be gone gone gone gone gone
gone gone gone gone gone
gone gone gone gone gone
gone gone gone gone gone

Dress Like A Pirate

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

lyrics:

Where do snails go during the day?
They’re probably somewhere playing video games
I’m sad they feel the need to go away
Go away

Where’s the chapel where the mantis pray?
The leaves grow green then fall away
In reddish shades that crumple under six long legs
Leading me along, the children sing a song
And I’d like to turn around
But I know I’m not that strong

I’m missing a house
That I’ve never called home
I’m missing a time that I’ve never known
I remember a tree, had a whole leaf of my own
But now we’re reaching spring
Was it just a dream? I don’t know

I don’t know
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?

They warn of snakes in search of prey
The stories scare me so I stay
At the chapel where the mantis pray
And every day
They lead me along
The children hum a hymn
And I’d like to run away
But to leave would be a sin

I’m missing a house
That I’ve never called home
I’m missing a time that I’ve never known
I remember a song, I sung along
But how did it go?
Well, now I’m reaching spring
Probably just a dream
I should let go

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
I was a tadpole at the time
So I don’t remember much
About what he had to say

Faces, beady little eyes
Larva always cries
Beetle does the same
Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
I was a bunny (I was a kitten) at the time
So I don’t remember much
About what he had to say

Faces, beady little eyes
Larva always cries
Beetle does the same
Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

Now it remains a dream
A distant memory that itches my brain

The Chapel

September Instrumental - Sparky Deathcap (sped up)

How To Let Go · August Greenwood

pretend

Out now! https://ffm.to/poppinskittles 🍬

Music & Art by Madilyn Mei
Produced & Mixed by Scrawny
Mastered by Joe Hutchinson

Lyrics:

I'll play the husband and you’ll
Walk down the aisle
Say “I do” with a smile
Playing house for a while
Taking antidepressants
Poppin Skittles with breakfast
Imaginary problems for the plot
But we’ll solve em, won't we?

(Da da da da da da)
(P-o-p-p-i-n)

And when we're older maybe
We’ll have a couple babies
They'll all be plastic with those googly eyeballs
But they'll probably take after you
So they’ll be the coolest kids
We’ll raise them much better than
Either of our parents did 

(Da da da da da da)
(P-o-p-p-i-n)

Pour another cup of Joe mama
Cracking eggs and jokes in pajamas
Pour another cup of (your mom!)
I joke, I’d like one Americana
Americano? I really don’t know
I just got here, what’s a macchiato?
Cappuccino mocha lungo espresso
Cortado drip affogato ristretto
Where are the pictures? Speaking in riddles
Gimme a cocoa to go with my Skittles

I change my mind, I think I
Wanna play wife and you can, uh
Become a stay at home dad!
(At least until dinner time)
And we can take turns reading
Each other bedtime stories
(Well, once we learn to read)
I know how to almost spell my name!
Same time tomorrow?

(Da da da da da da)

Poppin Skittles

Stream

Heather Sison's Album

please never fall in love again

Lyrics:

Love your laugh and your hair
I'm myself around you
Love the clothes that you wear
Do my makeup in the bathroom
Wish that I looked like you
Kinda wanna make you stare 

Let's get fro-yo
And talk about our problems on our cellphones
Let's go to Glendale
And forget that we're broke
Let's go hiking 
And talk about the things that we've been hiding
Let's go to Burbank
And pretend that we're home
I'll be your best friend
I'll be your best friend

Hold my hand while we walk
You're too cool for drama
Maybe you're too cool for me
Kinda like you more than like you
I'm afraid to tell you
'Cause I know you just 'like' me

Let's get froyo
And talk about our problems on our cellphones
Let's go to Glendale
And forget that we're broke
Let's go hiking 
And talk about the things that we've been hiding
Let's go to Burbank
And pretend that we're home
I'll be your best friend
I'll be your best friend

Fro-yo

Curses -Foxlore

I Want to Feel Chaotic

Ramblings of a Lunatic

does ur insecurity ever get so bad that u just wanna yeet urself into a forest and screech at passersby?
more tunes at ratwyfe,bandcamp.com

cryptid (mothman)

Hands up if life is getting stressful
And shout if you are saddened by the news
I need some tips to cope,
some data or some anecdotes,
'cause right now nothing's workin' for my blues

Sometimes I deal by playing music
and sometimes I relax by reading books
Sometimes I go downtown,
climb a tree and don't come down
and throw a bunch of pinecones at people

A crowd has formed around my tree,
just out of reach, and the police have
blocked the street on every side
But no one can climb it and
I think its 'cause they know I have
a pinecone here for everyone who tries

I yell: I'm gonna live to be a hundred
I'm gonna see them cure disease
Then I'm gonna watch them
go to war over the royalties so
if you need me, I'll be in the tree

If you need me, I'll be in the tree
There's several cameras pointed up into my tree
it seems the world's concerned with what I might do next…
Throwing pinecones at photographers
from up here in this conifer
like Tarzan getting scouted by the Mets

Yeah, I'm gonna live to be a thousand
Got robot arms and run on robot feet
Got robot legs and robot head
and my robot ass don't know it yet but
I'd be better off back in the tree

So if you need me, I'll be in the tree…

'Cause no one's asking what would drive me up this pine
Is it protest? Am I being paid to preach or advertise?
No, this non-deciduous decision was all mine
You can show a horse the ropes
but no, you cannot make him climb

And this tree's a makeshift metaphor and I prefer to think
I'm just a stressed out Christmas ornament
who needs some space to breathe
And if the camera crews and crowded streets
and dozens of police
are my endless pressures manifested down below my tree
Then this giant stack of pinecones…
They are the lame and immature ways I deal with them
But also how satisfying it is to do so...
To dome one... when they're not looking... yeah

I'm gonna live to be a million
Longer than the flowers, birds and bees
but if I start to come undone,
make like a tree and hug someone
Everybody needs a place to breathe
just recognize when it is time to leave

I'm probably gonna live forever
but should I die (and that may be preferred)
take me out and bury me
and plant a tree right over me
so I may help someone escape the world

Yeah, I may help someone escape the world

Pinecones

Mostly Dead

hey whats up im jasper. i sing n stuff
this is where i put things that im too lazy to produce ✰

cryptid (mothman)

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