lyrics:

is it the passive aggressive
static tv in front of me

thought i’d already passed the thought
but my red knuckles show differently

and please, don’t move to fast
i’m a scaredy cat
and your words feel like knives in my chest
or better yet the lack of

you tried to give me a puzzle to fix
but it’s a ziplock bag full of pocket lint and crushed up chips and

buttons too, i was sewn to you
i wanted to
sleep next to you 

you’re pulling back, pushing away
this is looking like 2016
before i learned i take up space

whether i want to or not
my stomach rots with all the words i chewed up
i tried to swallow but i choked 
and threw it all up

i’m begging for answers again
asking you to pay rent
cuz you’re still
running around in my head and 

i thought you were so cool
but god i wish you fell too
cuz i’m nauseated with the thought
of you settling down with not enough

give me your strings pinocchio
I’ll be your man, just let me know
i wouldn’t have to feel like such a chore or a show

i’ll play it down, i’m nonchalant
give me a chance to meet your mom
i bet she’d like me if she saw
how much i loved her spawn 

but 
whether i want to or not
my stomach rots with all the words i chewed up
i tried to swallow but i choked 
and threw it all up

did you have to 
play the only prank you knew would hurt me?
I bet you’re happy
sleeping with anything that can’t say no, just like me

I feel sorry 
for anyone else who has to hold your burdens too
and I wish you weren’t so mean
this evil face isn’t who I loved anyways

whether I want to or not my stomach rots with all the words I chewed up
I tried to swallow but I choked
You saw me coughing up blood


uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(fuckyoufuckyoufuckuyou)((ihateyouihateyouihateyou))(((IWOULDNEVERDOTHATTOYOU,WHYDIDYOUDOTHATTOME?)))
(and please just mail me my shit back, you've become such a vile migraine)loll

scaredy cat

Final mix of Absolutely Dust, origionally written and recorded in Boulder, CO in 2018.

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This final mix of East Tennessee Requiem, origionally written in 2016 and recorded in Boulder, CO in 2018, has accomplished the profound and promising capacity for musical frisson that it origionally showed as just a single, evocative thought of melody. Since its first conceptualization, several versions of the song have been recorded and performed live over the course of two years. Every creative and unique musician that has stepped up and/or sat in to play East Tennessee Requiem has each brought their own musicianship into the song's aesthetic and development. This final version seamlessly weaves together harmonies created in recording sessions, improvisationally developed musical dialogue from live performances, and the origional vision of cello in the guiding cadence. 
East Tennessee Requiem is a love letter to the passage of time in existential crisis, heart ache, and Tennessee.

Acknowledgements for East Tennessee Requiem:
Faye would like to express sincere gratitude to every collaborator who contributed to this song, directly or indirectly. 
A special thank you to the teaching faculty of Naropa University's former music program, where the origional thought of this song was born.
Paul Fowler, Mark Miller, and Janet Feder for their warm and dedicated guidance, empathic musicianship, and supportive expertize. Additional thanks to the Naropa recording studio and Jake Cacciatore for fascilitating the recording engineering class that produced this song's first recorded version.
Thank you to the mentors I worked with at Madelife who supported this final version of East Tennessee Requiem. Special thanks to Sean Peuquet, my ever patient composition instructor, and Jay Elliott, my tenacious and amazing sound engeneer.
Finally, deepest appreciation for Alvaro Saldaña and Christine Sears.
To Alvaro, whose steadfast friendship, determination, and incredible musicianship as an improvisor, engineer, and flautist gave this song a life of its own.
And to Christine, whose care and attention to this piece made for a more beautiful story and cello motif than could ever have been imagined.

East Tennessee Requiem

♡︎ post-progressive dreampunk whimsycore  ♡︎ 

exploration of the human experience through contemporary singer/songwriter melodic lyricism￼￼

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