Tycers Playlist

Nacht Nightingale

A adventurous and intelligent Imp chemist who's wild and bold

☆STILES☆

(3rd playlist)
A playlist for rock/metal!!

PUNKPIGGY!!!!

Not a ship, they are both similar enough to share a playlist.
(I regret it and now it is what it is)
Killer and dust sans playlist

Went on a Killing spree, Now I’m Dusty! || Killer and Dust Sans Playlist

Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush
The freezing rain has
Pushed them down into the valley
With the rest of us
Flushed
From the comfortably lush
Forest floor
They draw their bows across
Serrated edges of
Musical saws and crush
The frigid, sharply pointed hearts
Of icicles like us

Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush,
Crush, crush, crush...

Swish! swish!
The Osprey hovers seeking fish
The glassy pond
Displays the menu but won't serve the dish
To birds who wish
To linger when
The air turns cold
Defying pressure
To defer to Cackling Geese
And Western

Gulls, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish...

Who doesn't wish they could
Begin
To leave?
Who doesn't wish they could
Believe
In letting something end?
We have these wishes
But we're hung up
On a superstitious
Focus on the family
We see in Collared Doves
With love much stronger
Than we probably
Should ever hope
For ours to be.

Are we a "we are" today?
Will we be a "we will be" tomorrow?
Were we a "we were" already
Long ago?
We don't know
What price makes sense to pay,
So we settle for indebted sorrow,
Never knowing we could dine and
Dash into that nullifying snow.

Thrash! thrash!
The so-called trash birds
Taking baths
Betray their cuteness
In the recklessness with which
They lash
Their lustrous feathers
Petroleum with flecks of ash
In an unseasonable
Puddle
Glaciating fast

Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, freeze,
Splash, splash, splash,
Freeze, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, splash,
Splash, splash, freeze,
Splash, splash, splash...

Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Listen to the Varied Thrush,
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!
Hush! hush!

Varied Thrush

2nd place winner of Yishan Wong's 2021 Solarpunk Art Contest! 🎉
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Lyrics:

A city in ruin
But only for the blink of an eye
A pitiful tune
But only for a moment in time
In the long run

We came back to these old streets
When the barriers had all gotten
Buried at sea
And when these buildings all
Turned green
We agreed
It’s better than it used to be

How long has it been
Since we last felt fear of the sun and the wind
And how long will it be till we feel
The Metropolis of Eden we live in is real?

A city in bloom
A city with that adapts to survive
A little more room
For underdogs and misfits to thrive

In the rooftop gardens
The Purple Finches are pecking out the eyes
Of the wild yellow sunflowers
Smiling at vanilla skies
And you and I are finally free
To do the things we like
Be it making art or making out
And stargazing every night, and oh
How sweet would it be
If an Eastern Phoebe nested
On the balcony, and oh
How sweet to begin
Seeing life as a gift,
Not a contest to win

We came back to these old streets
When the barriers had all gotten
Buried at sea
And when these buildings all
Turned green
We agreed
It’s better than it used to be

How long has it been
Since we last felt fear of the sun and the wind
And how long will it be till we feel
The Metropolis of Eden we live in is real?

How long has it been
Since we last felt fear of the sun and the wind
And how long will it be till we feel
The Metropolis of Eden we live in is real?

A city in bloom
(We can do the things we like)
A city in bloom
(We can do the things we like)
A city in bloom
(We can do the things we like)
A city in bloom
credits
releases December 24, 2021
Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Arrangement by Stephan Nance

Piano/vocals/synths - Stephan Nance
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli

Mixing & mastering by Thaddeus Moore, Liquid Mixing & Mastering

Recorded in Portland and Los Angeles

Artwork by Leif Holt
Graphic design by Chad Lowe

Metropolis of Eden

The Main Character (By: Will Wood)

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

Played by The Crane Wives...
Kate Pillsbury - Emilee Petersmark - Ben Zito - Dan Rickabus

featuring their friends…
Steven Leaf - Seth Bernard - Rachel Gorman
Savannah Buist - Katie Larson

Produced by The Crane Wives & Ian Gorman
Mixed by Ian Gorman
Engineered by Ian Gorman & Ben Zito
Recorded at La Luna Recording & Sound in Kalamazoo, Michigan
Mastered by Glenn Brown at GBP Studios in Lansing Michigan

Artwork by Rebecca Green
Album Design and Layout by Bill Chesney

Thank you to our loving families and dear friends, Ian & Rachel Gorman, Glenn Brown, Rebecca Green, The Accidentals, Seth Bernard & May Erlewine Bernard, Steve Leaf & the Ex Pats, Joey Schultz of Chickenbach, John Campos, Kris Kessel, Sean, Sarah & Arlo Lamborne, Tyler Rehm, 88.1 WYCE, Matt Jarrells, John Sinkevics at Local Spins, Emily Fox & Michigan Radio, Kevin Romeo & Rhino Media, Joey Basch, Josiah Barber, Amber Buist, Josh Gibson, Bill Chesney, Leah Pillsbury, Mark Sturr, Lindsay Lou & the Flatbellys, The Appleseed Collective, Joy & Tim Lago, Marianne & Jim Fischer, Carmen & Javier Vargas of Mi Pueblo in Kalamazoo and Edith the Kitty. Thank you to all of the people who have welcomed us into their homes, fed us a warm meal, or shared with us their stories. 

Special thanks to our PledgeMusic contributors. This album would not exist without the help of our fans! We are grateful for your support and humbled by your loyalty.

Curses

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

Lyrics:

Sparks fly 
Every time I
Identify a species I have
Hitherto never 
Seen in the field 
Seen in the feather 
Sparkbird 
Destiny drew us together 
Every smile line on my face 
Can be retraced 
Down to the split second 
Down to the split place 

Is it magical thinking 
Or is it magical realism 
Or is it neither here nor there? 
Every time I check my wrist 
It's another brand new freckle 
Past another brand new hair 
I'm growing up, up, up 
Against my will, will 
Will you finally resurrect 
The time I've killed? 
Will you finally resurrect 
The time I've killed, killed, killed? 

Sparks fly 
Every time I visit this park 
I envision the phantom 
Of a giddy little cartoon me 
Jittering on the electrifying
Cusp of discovery 
Before and after the storm 
All I wanted was to be seen
And to see

Some signs of a world still
Turning, turning, turning 
Some signs of a world still
Forming, forming, forming 
Rebirth of a dream still
Burning, burning, burning

Is it magical thinking 
Or is it magical realism 
Or is it neither here nor there? 
Every time I check my wrist 
It's another brand new freckle 
Past another brand new hair 
I'm growing up, up, up 
Against my will, will 
Will you finally resurrect 
The time I've killed? 
Will you finally resurrect 
The time I've killed, killed, killed? 

Sparkbird 
Sparkbird

Credits:

Music and lyrics by Stephan Nance
Produced by Josh Frigo
Co-produced by Stephan Nance
Woodwinds and strings arrangement - Josh Plotner
Keyboard and vocals - Stephan Nance
Guitar, backing vocals - Josh Frigo
Upright bass - Jeni Magana
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Alto flute, English horn - Josh Plotner
Violin, viola, cello - Yoed Nir
Lead vocals recorded at The Map Room
Woodwinds recorded at Josh Plotner's studios
Strings recorded at Yoed Nir's Studios
Engineer (lead vocals) - Adam Sweeney
Vocal coaching - Nevada Jones and Adam Sweeney
Mixed by Josh Frigo
Mastered by Alex Dobbert
Artwork - Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design - Chad Lowe

Sparkbird

THANK YOU for 1M plays!! (i haven't been monetizing this whole time)
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INSTRUMENTAL: https://soundcloud.com/axietv/terriblethings-instrumental
Based on Charlie's Inferno by That Handsome Devil!!! Check it out too please!!!

(yes, I get that I sound like Markiplier, it's because I'm his son)
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Lyrics:
In my line of darkness, your poison’s kind of useless
Old Mr. Corpse is rotting in the room with us
I’ve been tortured, crawled out of purgatory
Tell me honestly, is there something wrong with me?

Up the ante; I'm tired of this new status quo
All the agony stores enough power to know
I have done some terrible things in my life
I have done unbearable things.

But I don’t want to die…
(I don’t wanna die, don’t wanna)
Please don’t let me die.

It’s coming from below – THEY WANT ME.
But I know a thing or two when it comes to being killed
It may seem a bit painful, but at least you get to come back again, and again, and again.

May I have your condolences?
I know you’ve heard the tune before.
You think it’s all outrageous
Nevertheless, it’s like I never left!

Now what’s all the ruckus?
Noises so abundant
You’d think that I’d get used to this
Let my insides evanesce
Human contact remains very seldom
All the children will channel all their powers to
S-A-V-E T-H-E-M

30 years with torture you can’t comprehend
40 years, they’re seeking for means to an end
50 years attached onto puppeteer strings
Who would do such terrible things?

I just want to die, yeah
So please just let me die!

I’m undefeatable – I’M THRIVING.
‘cause I know a thing or two when it comes to being killed
It’s oh so very painful, and I don’t want it to happen again, and again, and again.
It’s coming for us all – I’M HIDING.
I’m ‘bout to take a blow, and I’M SMILING.
It’s oh so very painful, and I don’t want it to happen again, and again, and again!

(Oh, whoa-oh)
I know you’ve heard the tune before.

Once there was a healthy man
He spent his lifetime workshopping robots,
No intentions ill or foul
And nothing in the lines of killing kids and trapping ghouls…
(Why’d you think that…?)
But then a fated moment, he caught one of his own
Couldn’t face the world
He made a promise, and
He’d harness all the anger
Enough to bring his loved ones back
He’s gone haywire…

Now it’s coming from below – THE HELLFIRE.
I’m about to make a friend but he doesn’t seem that friendly
Well that goes without saying, there’s no use in praying
Again, and again, and again.

The research in my HEAD!! – IT’S DYING.
Couldn’t leave it all behind and now
No-one’s gonna find it, find it
To me it’s all fine art,
If I could take it back, well, I’d not!
I guess it’s all up to fate
For man to reanimate

Released on: 2023-10-30
© AXIE

TERRIBLE THINGS

LYRICS:

Hey hey
Yea
Aye
Hey Hey
This beat feels like 2018 man
Yea
Been a long time coming
Okay okay
Hey hey 
Its been a
Its been a

Its been a steady climb running
Used to hide my location
Now we upside down
Working minimum wage
I’ve been outside
Walking past
Our memory lane
Why do I try so hard
Think it’s needless to say
Why don’t we go and turn a second page
Trying to forget every lesson 
That I just turned away
Mirrored myself through the stories
You colored faded gray
I think the sum in my wallet
Is something is better saved
Our time is everything
Yea
Running away from truth
What you expect from this wasted youth
We ain’t go nothing to lose 
So watch me throw it away

Upside down
From the top of my lungs
I’ve been outside
Wondering why this isn’t enough
Feel like it’s 2018
Got no troubles I broke the rules
And all my little problems 
I forget when I’m holding you

Yea
What
Been a minute can you catch my drift
You a genie let me grant one wish
Took a step back hit a three then swish
Smooth walk 
Long talks on the beach 
Forget about the time
Get it right 
Live free 
I wanna run it back 
Where the vibe so sweet
White nikes bought
And you know they ain’t creased
Running away from truth
What you expect from this wasted youth
We ain’t got nothing to lose
So watch me throw it away

Upside down
From the top of my lungs
I’ve been outside
Wondering why this isn’t enough
Feel like it’s 2018
Got no troubles I broke the rules
And all my little problems 
I forget when I’m holding you

Wasted Youth

Loser, Baby - Hazbin Hotel Song

Rev Up Power Up

RISK, RISK, RISK!

Get Awkward

Bitches Leave (Album Version (Explicit))

Zombie Graveyard Party (Album Version (Edited))

Food Fight! (Album Version (Explicit))

Bummer Time (Album Version (Edited))

You're A Waste (Album Version (Explicit))

Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) - Heathers The Musical

"Stickybee" by Josh Woodward (http://www.joshwoodward.com/)

Dirty Wings

Josh Woodward - Stickybee

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Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe

Get ready for an Original Song, My Ordinary Life! It features audio samples from the Japanese cartoon Nichijou by Kyoto Animation and Nomi Yuuji.

Lyrics:

VERSE 1

They tell me keep it simple, I tell them take it slow
I feed and water an idea so I let it grow
I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me no,
It’s cool but I don’t see them laughing at my money though
They spittin facts at me, I’m spittin tracks, catch me?
I’m spinning gold out my records know you can’t combat me
They tell me jesus walks, I tell them money talks.
Bling got me chill, cause I’m living in an ice box.
They tell me I've been sleepin, I say I’m wide awake
Tracks hot and ready so they call me mister e-z bake
They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank
Drivin with a drank on an empty tank to the bank

PRE CHORUS

Do you feel me? Talk a look inside my brain
The people always different but it always feel the same

That’s the real me. Pop the champagne
The haters wanna hurt me and I’m laughin at the pain

CHORUS

Stayin still, Eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, Nice clothes
If I fall I think I’ll fly

Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design

None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time


VERSE 2

They tell me that I’m special, I smile and shake my head
I’ll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I’m so humble, I say I’m turning red
They let me lie to them and don’t feel like they’ve been misled
They give so much to me, I’m losing touch get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me.
They tell me I’m a god, I’m lost in the facade
Six feet off the ground at all times I think I’m feelin odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Makin so much bread, I don’t care that they’re just being fake
They tell me they’re below me, I act like I’m above
The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

PRE CHORUS

Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?
When you become untouchable you’re unable to touch

Is there a real me? Pop the champagne
It hurts me just to think and I don’t do pain

CHORUS 


Stayin still, Eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, Nice clothes
If I fall I think I’ll fly

Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design

None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time

CHORUS 2

Lay still, Restless
Losing sleep while I lose my mind

All thrill, No stress
All my muses left behind

World is, below
So high up, I’m near divine

Lean in, Let go
I feel fear for the very last time

The Living Tombstone - My Ordinary Life

Bruno Mars- Runaway Baby Lyrics

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

Six: The Musical (Studio Cast Recording)

All You Wanna Do (feat. Aimie Atkinson)

Ex-Wives

Die Young

"Die Young" Ke$ha

Sirens

Cavetown

Meteor Shower

SPLIT

indie chamber pop (bardcore)
pronouns: they/them