Like the Earth
performed by Bedbugs
Music by Bedbugs and Jacob Munk
Words by Alex Johnson
Produced by Jacob Munk

Bedbugs is
Alex 
Kevin
Kenzo
Vlad

our eyes lock, mine like aliens - yours like the earth.
i'm touching down to roswell. 
i'm touching down to you.

you hold me there. i fall asleep right on your tongue.
i wake up stoned inside your gut.
you hold me there. i fall asleep right on your tongue,
and i'm warmer than I've ever been.

our minds sync, yours like waves, mine like the sand.
you sift me through your fingers
and straight into your mouth.

you whisper,
"climb back up to my heart again,
so i can feel the sand. 
i need you in my hands so i can pull you back to sea.
back to me."

Like The Earth

an ode 2 the toilets & chipotle deals i encountered on tour


LYRICS
its been ten days since I’ve pooped in my own home
I’ve never just quite felt this alone 
when I’m staring at the empty cardboard roll
and i don’t know the person in the next stall

some of the venues don’t have toilet seat covers
some of the venues don’t have toilet paper
but one had a tarantula 
instead of hand soap

but i got free chipotle 
bogo free chipotle

day 3 - venue toilets

Story And Song

Claws

Podfic of attheborder's work, Greatest Hits, with songs by the author. 

“But my dear, I just can’t believe you never told me that you had joined a musical group. I would have come out to support you— at your gigs!” 

“First of all, never say ‘gigs’ again. Second of all, not my fault you never noticed when I showed up to dinner with a great big guitar case slung over my shoulder.”

(Aziraphale accidentally discovers Crowley’s secret: he was in a band in the 90s. And he wrote a whole album of love songs…)

Greatest Hits (Good Omens podfic)

It’s coming, down the line
We haven’t got much time
I’ve seen the blood and I’ve seen the garden too

I think I saw you there 
There were rubies in your hair 
And I believe that you’ll know what to do

If you build me a fire
I won’t burn 
If you build me a prison
I will find a way to turn
it into gold
Turn it into gold

It feels good just to run
The burning in my lungs
A promise that I’m still alive and well

So will you take my call
I’ll look up and feel small
But it’s okay cause I know how it ends

If you build me a fire
I won’t burn 
If you build me a prison
I will find a way to turn
it into gold
Turn it into gold

One by one 
The daggers drop
Into the sinking sea

And two by two
It’s me and you
We’ll find a way to breathe    

If you build me a fire
I won’t burn 
If you build me a prison
I will find a way to turn
it into gold
Turn it into gold

Prophecies

Allegra Rosenberg

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