easy listening

An OC Playlist for the protagonist of my fantasy book, Oliver.

POV: u leave ur noble life 2 join ur pirate found fam & destroy the patriarchy

Lub dub club playlist - 3

personal folk song list.

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Light Burns Out

I'm Afraid I'll Go To Heaven

The Price Of Life Itself

A Place In The Sun

My Next Thirty Years

My take on Madilyn Mei's classic "The Chapel!"

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Lyrics:

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

Struck a nerve
That’s absurd
I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper
That's enough living rough for a lifetime
Looking back for a pass

Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

Let me lay it down for you
It seems so simple
I’m happy that I’m just under six feet, not six feet under
Where are your hands? No wonder

Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind
Take it from me
I’ve lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain

I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?
I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?

Six legs, running down the stairs
None of them prepared for what they might see
Now there’s another face, another name to sing
I hope they’re happy

Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
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

Six Legs (tippy tappy toes)

Waterfall

Rule #18 - Lion

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Onward, dear friend I must be going
I'm going far away

Onward, please don’t follow I’m going
Where no one knows my name

Onward, hopscotch, skip rocks keep growing
Maybe someday

Someday when I’m old and grey
Omniscient, all-knowing
I’ll let them know my name (ooooo)

Onward

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Gone By Morning

[Voiceover: yeah, I don’t think my mind’s really changed from the start. Yeah, but I, and you’re right, I can just stick around and figure it out, but I don’t really want to]

I shouldn’t relate to villains in cartoons
As much as I do
Guess that I need to
Grow a handle bar mustache
As soon as I do
I’ll fit the part
That you want me to (but I mean, uh…)

If you really truly want me gone by morning
I’ll do you one better, I’ll head out right now

I want to
Go any way where no one knows my name
Make it an adventure and never ever be the same
And I’d be to blame
Only me to blame
When I miss my appointments
And lose all my friends in this silly game of
Life would be alright if I left tonight
It’d never be the same
I’d gladly take the blame

I want to relate to heroes in cartoons
But I’m no Mary-Sue
Don’t know what to do
I don’t mean to wallow
Here in my sorrow
If heroes don’t cry then neither do I (I don’t cry) (Um but…)

If really truly want me gone by morning
I’ll do you one better, I’ll head out right now

I want to go any way where no one knows my name
Make it an adventure and never ever be the same
And I’d be to blame
Only me to blame
When I miss my appointments 
And lose who I am in this silly game of
Life would be alright if I left tonight
It’d never be the same
I’d gladly take the blame

I’m just a line in your book
You’re all the pages in mine
Why does it seem to happen like that every time
I’m just a line
I’m just a line
I’m just a line
I’m just a line
I’m just a line
I’m just a moment in time
A single beat and then I’m
Gone just as quick as I came
We never get to rewind
I’m skipping town, I’m leaving now, I’m leaving I’m
Leaving before I’m out of time

Cause I, oh I

I want to go somewhere where no one knows my name
Say hi to every stranger
And never outgrow video games
And I’d be to blame, oh I’d be to blame
When I lose my job, to dress like a pirate every day of my 
Life would be alright if I left tonight
It’d never be the same
And I’d gladly take the blame
It’d never be the same
Where no one knows my name (ooo)

Where no one knows my name

Gone By Morning

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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

Soup Song

A fox’s scream can eerily sound like a woman’s scream… why are there some who enjoy hunting them, then?
“Foxcry” explores the scary but real scenario that many feminine presenting folks face: others taking advantage of them, and finding pleasure in their pain. This song acts as a visceral callout to the “hunters” that revel in feminine suffering in a masturbatory way.

LYRICS:
He was a hunter boy-boy
Born with hunter arm-arms
Wringing geese necks
On his Papa’s farm-farm
He was a Mama’s boy-boy
He meant the woman no harm
Slinging pelts over his shoulder
But then he couldn’t shoot straight-straight
Something went wrong
He’d kill critters left and right but never pick ‘em up-up 
Hunter boy-boy to a hungry man-man 
Leaving Momma’s love leftover

You just love to see a woman suffer
When she cries you cup her face and say it’s to comfort
Come
As you slip your hands under your beltline
And use her tears to lubricate a good time
I can feel those eyes sinking into me
You hate it when I sing but you love it when I scream
I know why you shoot with your right hand free
Shoo, hunter boy, go skip your stones in a tree

And we foxes have a common phrase
If he can aim, he will shoot so scurry far away
But what about hunter boys, 
boys who play our game
Makin’ tiny cuts at fur until we’re not the same?

Well
We fair foxes learned to grit our teeth
If it’s screaming but not bleeding, then go back to sleep
In these woods, food is scarce, take what you keep
Be wary but don’t heed a hand that’s willing to feed 

You just love to see a woman suffer
When she cries you cup her face and say it’s to comfort
Come
As you slip your hands under your beltline
And use her tears to lubricate a good time
I can feel those eyes sinking into me
You hate it when I sing but you love it when I scream
I know why you shoot with your right hand free
Shoo, hunter boy, go skip your stones in a tree

There once was a hunter boy-boy
Taking part in hunter thing-things
Getting off to killing foxes ‘cause he liked their femme screams
And he’d say: it wasn’t my fault, fault, fault, was an archer’s paradox
Please still love me momma, momma, please still love me, momma
I didn’t mean to kill that fox

FOXCRY

FOXCRY (Dorm Demo)

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

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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

I Am Not a Stranger Here

Sparkbird