You Gotta Die Sometime - Andrew Rannells

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

all credit for the song goes to the crane wives

bonebreaker - the crane wives (unreleased)

NOT MY MUSIC

uploadin for me. this will be deleted once the officials come out

Mad Dog - Crane Wives

I can’t take it anymore
I really tried this time
But it just ain’t right
Maybe in another life

Shake off all the hands
I can’t prove it but they’re that dragging me
By my own two feet
I’m bleeding, bleeding

All the standards you set
Make the make sense
I don’t wanna be anyone to anyone

Every promise I kept
I’m alone in all this
I don’t wanna be anyone to anyone

The show was alright
“Just alright?”
I don’t wanna be anyone to anyone

I can’t take it anymore
I’ll give in and take second best
And tell all my friends
That your band’s up next

I think I’ll be better off
On an island somewhere
Where I can’t care
And you’ll find my body washed up on the shore

All the standards you set
Make the make sense
I don’t wanna be anyone to anyone

Every promise I kept
I’m alone in all this
I don’t wanna be anyone to anyone

The show was alright
“Just alright?”
I don’t wanna be anyone to anyone

I can’t take it anymore
I don’t know, I really tried this time
But it just ain’t right
Maybe in another life

You’re Just Not That Punk

from Incredible Distance [EP], released February 9, 2018 
Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Stephan Nance - vocals, piano, programming 
Adam Caswell - programming 
Shigeki Okubo - drums 
Arrangement - Adam Caswell

Lyrics:

Talk about site fidelity... 
Talk about natal philopatry... 

Talk about synchronicity! 
Talk about London meeting Eugene! 

Other people's flight patterns lack the hallmarks of mine 
Pictures of ten-year reunions with pictures 
Of altitudinal migrations 
With breathless emergency landing vacations 

Talk about asthma! 
Narrows for airways 
Peak flow a puff from a pipe dream— 
Fifty percent of an infidel's personal best 
A Forest Park duck falls fifty feet leaving the nest! 

From the cavity edge to the edge of the briar 
A baptism of flier without proper plumage! 
In the purgatory of a spacer 
Passing from chamber through chamber 
To chamber... 

What is incendiary to me? 
Incredible distance confined 
In my body. 

Talk about imagined geography... 
Talk about plant intentionality. 

Talk about sessility, precinctivity... 
Talk about cosmopolitan pantropicality! 

Jump! Stop tilting at windmills! 
Wilting at failures to skirt the frame of the swing 
set! Jump! Stop placing bets 
On peregrination, on a fair roundabout 
gain! Spin! Shrink! Skidoo! into a postcard, 
into the gum on the 
stamp! Glue! Paste! Tamp! Affix! 
A Phoenix Garden wren in a sudden igloo sticks to sticks! 

From a nettle-mound to the pear-petaled crisps on the bower 
A universe swirls in that souvenir snowglobe! 
Half-eight till the vesperal pealing 
The architect shake-sings with skyscraper feeling 

What is irradiative to me? 
Incredible distance; 
unforgettable limits. 

Wouldn't you like to know where I want to go?

Limits

[...] 

breaking through the ice, I 
scuttle down the riverbank till I 
espy the arboretum 
in your house… 
in your home… 

and covered in mud, I 
crawl into a carapace, 
and down the hallway 
you, the coniferous buoy 
bobbing on alpha waves, 
inspire a siren song, 
compose a nodding poem 
that will never see the light of day 
that will never see the light 

(but I) 
read in a dream 
Japanese garden 
head on the shoulder 
Japanese maple 
read in a dream 
Japanese garden 
head on the shoulder 
Japanese maple 
read in a dream… 
read in a dream… 

crossing crooked bridges, 
safe to knit you any garment now, but I 
cast off my crafty armaments, I 
cast you aside and I 
scoot away 

but didn’t we ditch those demons? 
are we not free to freeze and thaw as we please? 
to perch on branches 
whittled into benches 
built for human 
shivering 
un cœur en hiver 
un cœur qui ne verra jamais la lumière 

(mais je) 
lis dans un rêve 
jardin japonais 
tête sur épaule 
érable du Japon je 
lis dans un rêve 
jardin japonais 
tête sur épaule 
érable du Japon je 
lis dans un rêve… 
lis dans un rêve… 

everything will be 
simple someday soon 
everything will be 
simple, oh so simple 
everything will be 
simple someday soon… 

Простите мне, что я решился к вам писать. Перо в руке— 
вырезано имя на стволе. 
Меня кожа покраснела на свекольном красителе 
Вы меня поймали с поличным, читающего во сне; 
Ирландца, ходящего в шотландке, я люблю! 
Неразумно, но безмерно— я люблю! 
Относительно дополнительной сосновой шишки— 
Я не беру в голову, не беру в голову. 
Собственно я вырою уютную яму ему. 
Очевидно, язык мой — враг мой. 
А языка чужого я не опасаюсь; 
не боюсь укрепиться в густолиственном лесу! 
Тучи собираются над мной, а я пережду грозу— 
и как только вы дадите оценку 
я дам вам компенсацию, 
и секретно, в карман пальто, окаменелую незабудку... 

[...] 

I don’t want to be forgotten 
I don’t want to be forgotten 
I don’t want to be forgotten 
anymore 
anymore 

denuding adamant layers 
I peel past a period of interregnum and 
inherit the gilt cardboard crown from 
the downy-crested phoenix— 
my predecessor in this queue of 
panels in triptychs 
painted and pruned. 

the kingdom’s a sham; 
Hamlet without the Prince— 
and though a tree you may well be, 
I am not convinced. 

copper head on hickory shoulder, 
curled under covers, 
a fetal web of words… 

read in a dream 
Japanese garden 
copper head on hickory shoulder 
breaking through the ice— 
un cœur en hiver…

Stephan Nance — Japanese Garden / Jardin japonais / Yaponskii sad

Oh 
What an 
Unfortunately 
Unsurprising turn of events... 
Oh 
What a 
Conundrum it presents.

Swing with a white-knuckled grip and 
Cling to the pieces of ship— 
Or start in the water and 
End in the water? 
The swells, 
After all, 
Intercept 
Just the tip.

Oh 
What (on earth) can I do 
I want help you (on sea) 
I want to help you unsee 
I want to help 
But if I help you 
I can't help me 
And if I go unhelped 
What help can I be?

But what if everything is okay? 
What if everything is 
Easy for once? 
Maybe everything can be 
Easy for once. 
Maybe everything can just 
Be okay. 
Yay. 
Maybe that isn't a psychopomp 
Maybe that's our lifer Hoopoe. 
Maybe that little Grim Reaper 
Will grow up to be a lighthouse keeper.

Hope. 
Hope. 
Hope.

Hope. 
Hope. 
Hope.

I hit the deck 
A cannonball 
From a diving board 
On the crow's nest. 
Best leave the stunts 
To the unprofessionals. 
Leave the stunts 
To the unprofessionals.

The boat's 
A hoax 
A fantasy of control 
A joke. 
See it for what it is 
Now that it's broke. 
Now we avail ourselves of its 
Splinters and rope 
To impale ourselves 
And hang ourselves. 
Hope is what kept us from 
Learning to float.

Float. 
Float. 
Float.

Float. 
Float. 
Float.

But go ahead. 
Offer me another free cruise on a shipwreck. 
How could I refuse? 
Why can't I refuse?

While there is life, there is hope—so 
Why, for the life of me, can't I just float?

Hope. 
Hope. 
Hope.

Hope. 
Hope. 
As if the water I fear 
Is not the water I bathe in.

Stephan Nance - vocals, piano, synth
Adam Caswell - programming
Milo Fultz - upright bass
Tim McLaughlin - guitar
Shigeki Okubo - drums
Arrangement - everyone

Hope Or Float

The Crane Wives - Hard Sell

Lupine caught
my post-consumer fall
Lupine held me there beneath
a post-consumer bird call
Warbling the echoes of
The decadent
The digital

And I know
When I go
Where the coils glow
It isn't for the greater good
And I know
When I go
Where the coils glow
That I grow
But it isn't for the greater good

Lupine, popping open,
hurled seeds
Lured an unsuspecting Oregon Junco
To the bed of reeds
And through binoculars
The birder saw the SOS

And I know
When I go
Where the coils glow
It isn't for the greater good
And I know
When I go
Where the coils glow
That I grow
But it isn't for the greater good

Broken letter
Broken clock
Broken box of
Broken
Sidewalk chalk
Sidewalk chalk

Kanji and Cyrillic talk
Heart-to-heart in nearby sidewalk
chalk nearby side
walk chalk
nearby side walk
chalk nearby side
walk chalk

Lupine sought dispersal from the slope
Me, I only sought dismissal from
This missile-peppered envelope.

Envelope

Daydreamer (Live) - The Crane Wives

indie chamber pop (bardcore)
pronouns: they/them

Envelope

Sparkbird