Some great tracks that give me them feelz! I hope you enjoy!

Feelz from the Mountain - Experimental trap

Track 6 from The Dancing Plague.
Produced by SPHYNX.
Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics:

No time for breathers so seat ‘em then bleed ‘em
I’m asking for little because we won’t need ‘em
A needle for either when all is a joke
You want smoke better go to find all of your bros
And I know it sounds savage but I done been laughing
As everyone pops off into further caskets
I’m asking for little but you ain’t do anything
Everything stops when you lack the benevolence
Evident quicker than everything when everything carries no meaning anymore
Anywho many who ask for truth finds it in slower tunes
Slower youth faster moves sticking to average views
Average views coming in yet no one's noticing
Yet no one’s owning it like they disowned that shit
Keeping a flow without any meaning mumbling words that’ll never be true
Still they think they can teach current youth who sadly knows better than they’ll ever do
Neglecting the change embracing a past and damn that is sad but gives me a laugh
Why you so mad about all of this?
Ain’t you got songs to pump out quick?
Ain’t you got hits to flaunt and brag about?
Ain’t you got hits to act out now?
I don’t really understand the point of it
Disappointment comes in the joke of this
Diss then pointing fingers when you’re the bitch
You concerned with genetics when you ain’t know shit
So keep it that way because that’s your game to keeping your name
In seconds of fame when nobody claims to be offended by whatever you say
Whatever you say
Whatever you claim
We laugh to the grave berating our kin
Whatever you say
Whatever you claim
We laugh to the grave berating our kin
Shoutout to SPHYNX

socials.

Now It's Best to Sing a Song Around the Campfire (prod. SPHYNX)

Track 15 from The Dancing Plague.
Produced by Composition X.
Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics:

Ah fuck it
Whatever
Let’s get it over with
Let’s get over this

Holy water self esteem product warnings and botted streams
It's like selling honey to a bee when they’ve just pollinated a seed
Birth rights that won’t ever belong
Greatest hits but it’s all weak songs
Human goddesses and godlike humans
Lovely delusions, tabloid plagues
No more boredom when we killed that shit
Now entertainment is all we'll get
Like aromantics craving love or asexuals at strip clubs
The common courtesy of not giving fucks
Raping a mind that knows nothing of having a hindsight of happiness
The cynical mindset of modern rejects
Everything you'll ever learn will be forgotten by next year
It's not priceless, it’s just worthless
You have no knowledge nor does your peers
It's not priceless, it’s just worthless
You've seen the world through an hourglass
Eyes glued shut to your damn iPad
I plant the blame on current consumers turning our children into computers
And love is just a fantasy based on the greatest lifeless sex
Between two men or two women that never got to the press
We're misled in the eyes of your lord being cogs for your socialist woes
The whore is a cancer, the cancer's a whore
Fucking me up bad and fucking me slow
I'll keep inside to my own isolation
Drunk in chronic masturbation
Addicted to lifeless meanings in life when hypocrisy cuts as deep as the knives
My digital footprint won’t find me a job but I'm not to have one in any way hun
They could never employ a transgender woman who suffered as much
Who suffers as much
I’m so sick of outcasts begging for a cent or two
The only time you'll get my two cents is if we would mate
But I am not worth it and you're too expensive
Expenses nowadays are more than fortune
Unfortunate souls that didn’t invest when they were embryos in their mothers stomachs
And everyone suffers it’s nothing new
We're far too well to have it screwed

Mental health is our greatest virtue when joy is a cost and cause long lost
Money cannot buy happiness but it sure makes me satisfied
Materialism is greater joy
We're benefactors sought to destroy
Desperation to be a part in human nature
What is your life like?
Do you have friends?
Are you a loner or celebrity yet?
In the end nothing really matters
Nihilism is greater truth when everyone’s a cancer
Worsen the planet ‘til civilisation is a has been
We’re all so sick of dealing with hasbeens
We’re all so sick of this dancing but a plague must keep active
Eunuch sluts screaming “Holy Shit!” as if Josh Tillman sang a greater joke
The world is a comedy structurally imperfect but nothing makes sense
And the cents you get you will loan
Nothing makes sense and neither does this song
The beat is confused and my rhymes are wack
I’m just a nutjob rambling from a trash can
Just when you done thought Funeral was uncanned
I can’t write another line
I can take another line
I can take my fucking life but why should I even try?
I doubt my unhappiness
I question my current mind
I beg to differ all the time but lately I think of newer tries
Maybe I should try again this time.
Cause I got field experience
Cause I got field experience

I’m being so unkind to myself and to you
Rather than voicing my truth
I’ve been swallowed by my mistakes
But that ends with truth.
Starting now.

Field Experience (prod. COMPOSITION X)

Track 12 from The Dancing Plague.
Produced by Méhti.
Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics:

Dancing on thinner ice as if I’ll pay my price but why?
Slipping on floors I’ve pried open to find a greater guise
A mask of truer life comes with a fee that is too high
I can’t afford my life but I can’t afford to die
Seek comfort in shelter alone to myself when stares ring alarm bells
Come for some ember but the fires are outside of my own hell
Inferno to glaciers when I’m burning papers
I’m making less than I should
Signed me a waiver when everything craters to knock on some damn wood
I was never born as I liked me to be
Everything has a transaction costing a plea
When you’re down to your last and it’s all to a tea
You will work so hard you’ll have bloodied your knees
The world is ugly but a sight to see if you can afford to live uncomfortably
As all has turned to bleak but the bleakest spots can bleed
Thus light is still in reach but it’s far too deep
I wanna swim but I’ll drown in grief
I wanna float but I’ve fallen deep
I wanna smile but I will weep
I wanna die
I wanna swim but I’ll drown you see
I wanna float but I’m falling deep
I wanna smile but I will weep
I wanna die down on my knees like I pray for thee

Like I pray for thee
And I prayed for thee
But my prey were sheep
And the prayers bleed

I’m not woke but you’re asleep because this is a bore
I’m not woke but you’re asleep
I’m not woke but you’re asleep
I’m not woke but you’re asleep because this is a bore
I’m not woke but you’re asleep
I’m not woke but you’re asleep
I’m not-

I don’t wanna cave but I’m done right now
I don’t wanna stay so I’ll go right now
Floating away in this wave I’ll drown
Going away without my crown
I don’t wanna hate but I’m down right now
I don’t want the pain but it’s all I’ve gowned
Drowning again in the drinks I’ve found
‘til there’s a day I won’t be around
I don’t wanna cave but I’m done right now
I don’t wanna stay so I’ll go right now
Floating away in this wave I’ll drown
Going away without my crown
I don’t wanna hate but I’m down right now
I don’t want the pain but it’s all I’ve gowned
Drowning again in the drinks I’ve found
‘til there’s a day I won’t be around because this is a bore

This is a Bore (prod. MÉHTI)

Track 19 from The Dancing Plague.
Produced by Angelo Imani, Antn and Nick Montopoli.
Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics:

I think that I’m ill and I’m sick in the head
The archetype of everything I wished for isn’t there
A body left to prune is all I’ve ever had
For the grain that was pure has swept away like sand
Pulled away the carpet and opened up the curtains
I think that I’m ill and that there is for certain
Certainly there’s something mustered in my brain
Clogging up my sense hiding a greater pain
For who shall not be named has asphyxiated it
What is love to me but a crueler comedian?
Tried all the works and still there’s no medium
Pioneer of my self-destruction without idioms
Idiot yes I’m a goddamned idiot
I know that I’m ill so I’ll quit thinking immediately
For self-esteem has been dealt shitty cards to hold
No wonder that it’s I who chose to fold
But no there’s something else instead
Something in my head that’s ugly and well fed
An idea of sorts or a common misconception
Not a common hurt nor a figure speaking blessings
‘cause I ain’t been blessed with the cards that I held
Welcome to the realm where all is show and tell but silence speaks loudly as well

I think that I’m ill and I’m sick in the head
The archetype of everything I wished for isn’t there
I think I see it clearer than what my mirror does
Reflecting the image of a withered fuck
Manning up wasn’t an option to have
When I cried there’s was only one thing to last
A forbidden fruit that ate away at Eve but when Eve’s hidden then Adam’s who I’ll be
But no that’s not what the problem was or is for that matter but it’s all bad luck
I think it is something in my code that I’ve seen before in my father
Oh I know now what it is and it’s leading up to this
No wonder I felt sick when I swallowed everything
It’s an addiction and I now see why everybody says that we’re so alike
I found comfort in drinking away
One glass of scotch every single day
Just after work when I get home
The glass is there and the bottle’s closed
So I open up and I pour a glass like my father did back in the past
And to think I said I wouldn’t be like him but I’m just like him
That’s the illness I have

I know that I’m ill and I’m sick in the head
The archetype of everything I wished for wasn’t there
It never once was there
It was all a thought
Just an illusion of what I could become
Body and blood like wine and bread
The day I chose my humanity over my faith and bodies that bled all for religion
Now that cross is a sigil of my truest death
Pardon me a casket opened up for the wake
In a church where everything that I was has remained
But my dad always told me to stick to my guns
Doesn’t matter if they shoot first when you already won
So I’ll win my fight with sharper means ‘til the seams of my armor finally tears off
And my victory will be howled at the feet of those who claim they know what God wants
I’ve been through hell and I came back sane
Your pity parties of religious shame
All to put me down and berate my kin
I’m due a win so let’s begin to reshape my skin

Reshape my skin
Reshaped my skin
Written my sins to reshape my skin
‘cause I know that I’m ill.

And I think I’m ill
And I know that I’m ill
Reshape my skin
Reshaped my skin
Written my sins to reshape my skin
‘cause I know that I’m ill.
I know that I’m ill.

What a gnarly cycle of true misbelief
How could I as a cunt ever hate what I’d be?
Never cry like a bitch yet I was addicted to
Everything I wasn’t ‘cause I was addicted too
All I’ve confronted and all I’ve idolized
Are now sides of me I’ve never realized
I’m like him but I’m not him
I’m dying but I’m alive yet

I think that I’m fine
I don’t think I wanna die
I think so much of myself I can’t even recognize my flaws
I idolized my strength and villainized my flaws
Combined into a world where I was but withdrawn
I was never there but I always was
I was never sick but this illness is all I got
But I’ll be free.

The Illness (prod. ANGELO IMANI, ANTN & NICK MONTOPOLI)

Track 3 from The Dancing Plague.
Produced by ifeel.
Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics:

I don’t give a fuck about your cons and your pros
When you cons are just pros at never doing what you’re told
Lately you should duck ‘fore the row gets to go
For the sum of some gold tells all they need to know
Down another bottle then leave it with the rest
Everything in this apartment is just garbage
What a mess but down another bottle and leave it by the next
When your pay has been cut but you yet to got a check
Lemme check
Once a diss appears you the first to disappear
Quivered shaking out of fear when a distant conscious’ near
Ever cleared a couple beers just to drown out running tears?
Torn apart like we’re not here to come about another year
Faithful peers turn to seers looking over every move
Drinking neat when all this heat makes me feel a lil more smooth
Grateful we’re the frontier for our own lil avenues
Switch the beat ‘fore I meet everything that’ll kill the mood

Down another bottle after school
And down another bottle after work
I’m down one bottle but it’s cool
I’ll down another bottle ‘til it hurts
I’ll down another bottle after school
I’ll down another bottle after work
And I’m down one bottle but it’s cool
‘cause I’ll down another bottle ‘til I’m hurt

It’s burning in the chest like anxiety that sits
Slowly done then been caressed and grabbed right by the tits
Yearning something but it’s next to everything that wouldn’t fit
Wore me down like go ahead and grab a breast ‘fore we insist
Rant away after a glass of harsher bourbon goes down
Past the point of yes and no so go ahead and get it now
Principle’s a foreign concept for armageddon's now
Every bit to prance around laughingly like dancing clowns
I wait in the midst of things like I’m in the thick of it
Sickening and sick of it yet sycophants throws their fit
Whine and bitch you spoiled lil prick or go ahead and suck a dick
I’m done with this and I can’t write another line
I can’t do this
Down a bottle after school and down another after work
You may voice your concerns ‘til you feel all comes to burn
I won’t take part in your words ‘til we get what we deserve
Sitting crying on the curb with one bottle after work

Down another bottle after school
And down another bottle after work
I’m down one bottle but it’s cool
I’ll down another bottle ‘til it hurts
I’ll down another bottle after school
I’ll down another bottle after work
And I’m down one bottle but it’s cool
‘cause I’ll down another bottle ‘til I’m hurt
Down another bottle after school
And down another bottle after work
I’m down one bottle but it’s cool
I’ll down another bottle ‘til it hurts
I’ll down another bottle after school
I’ll down another bottle after work
And I’m down one bottle but it’s cool
‘cause I’ll down another bottle ‘til I’m hurt

I can’t do this!
I can’t do this!
I can’t do this!

Empty Whiskey Bottles (prod. IFEEL)

Track 20 from The Dancing Plague.
Produced by Bokoven.
Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics:

Cleavage from being a permanent patient is a dream to some
Drawing stick figures of who they would be if they were young again
But they’re not that
No they’re not ever gonna have that experience
For all they’ve experienced is propaganda of the old
The same stories we’ve all been told

Don’t conflict with what you’re born as
Whether that be being born into a man
Or a woman with big round breasts
The hairy chests of hunks and bears
Whatever it is you get
You gotta live with it
At least that’s what they say
Ignoring their own past doing drag in the frame of war
To entertain their soldiers marching towards their deaths
Now what’s being said is “What happened to real men and women?”

As if you losers would ever serve in the army
When you actually chase sissies wherever it may be
Scrolling away on Grindr DMing all that you see
You got a wife and kids at home to cover up your sexuality
Wow the duality of creeps
You got yourself a family
Yet you’re over here looking for some action
Sending masturbation clips hoping it’ll spark a reaction

Don’t conflict with what you’re born as
Whether that be being born into a man
Or a woman with big round breasts
The hairy chests of hunks and bears
Whatever it is you get
You gotta live with it
At least that’s what they say
Ignoring their own past doing drag in the frame of war
To entertain their soldiers marching towards their deaths
Now what’s being said is “What happened to real men and women?”

Most of us just wanna live naturally unfetishized
But since we’re a minority I guess that’s not an option
Why do we experience this?
Not just us trans but everyone
The cis, the straight, men and women
Why do we beg for a common fuck?

I think I’ll never get it like these goddamn creeps
Dressed for armageddon even if I’m just a “sheep”
Your cheap words all imitate the same thing said by former hate
I live with pride you little snake
Wasn’t “Love thy neighbor” a holy take?

Yet we are not welcome in your world
We’re only allowed to live as a born boy or girl
Even if scientifically there has been some proof
About what transitioning could do
You choose to not approve

Because you’re scared of a world where it’s needed
To be yourself no matter what these bloodsucking heathens
Have got to say or got to throw or got to do to make us bleed
We are one both you and me so let this go and follow me

Pick your virtues and live with it
Pick your virtues and live with it

Yet we are not welcome in your world
We’re only allowed to live as a born boy or girl
Even if scientifically there has been some proof
About what transitioning could do
You choose to not approve

Because you’re scared of a world where it’s needed
To be yourself no matter what these bloodsucking heathens
Have got to say or got to throw or got to do to make us bleed
We are one both you and me so let this go and follow me

Pick your virtues and live with it
Patience when you wanna crawl out of your own skin
Keep your hopes up when all you wanna do is end the bit
Commit to this because you cannot afford to quit

We need you and you need us
We are one and that’s human
We are one and that’s human

If it is a sin to live the way I wish
I’ll confront my faith and kill it

Hold me to your cross!
Do I sicken you fiends?
Send me to your God for all sides will bleed
There are no winners when all is defeat
Conforming is poison for all sides still bleed

This internalized hatred is a metronome
I choose me.
Swing away at both parties but you deny your common folk
I choose me.
I've been on both sides of the pendulum but I choose me
I choose me.
‘cause pride is the death of you and me and all you see for all you do
So make us bleed

And I'm over it.

Virtues (prod. BOKOVEN)

Track 22 from The Dancing Plague.
Produced by Idly Blare.
Mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.

lyrics:

I acquiesce this time

If you plan to rule your kingdom right
You’ll need weapons stronger than your weakling’s fists
Once the mace’s flail and the glimmer shines
The crows will sing of unholy fight

But what’s a weight when this burden is all we bear?
Faced the drain for we’ll find our answers there
It’s sad but we need to face this scared
Otherwise it shows that we’re unprepared
Falling into pits when nobody stares
Scream into an abyss hoping you’re somewhere there
But you’re not.

You’re not there and you will never be
You’re somewhere else and I forgive you
And I forgive you
I forgave you this time around

I was listening to Mount Eerie and a crow looked at me
Just like his album’s called and it reminded me 
Maybe that crow is you but then again it might just be me
I grit my teeth
Writing words you’ll never hear but you deserved to listen to

It’s like consequence once you’ve paid your price
Everybody’s sins melts away like ice
And I’ll never forget what you did or what you stood you for
But I forgive you
Taking it all and taking it home
Taking it all and taking it home
‘til I grow older than you did
I’m taking it all and taking it home
I’m taking it all and taking it home
‘til I mold and see you once again

Horses in the fields frolicking far and wide in acres of foxgloves and white tulips
Just like that bouquet I was sent the day you died
It's the first time I've gotten flowers and after this I hope it’s the last 
For no amount of meaning could be given or surpass this because I forgave you dad.

You can now bury your own past.
Everything is settled.
The plague is over.
Stop dancing around the conversations.
It's done.

I Forgive You (prod. IDLY BLARE)

Full Album Document: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1u4ooY3AMM1_Nr54MDVXGUacIYTBY_qM_s09gf9PHI2E/edit?usp=sharing

In memory of my father, 1968 - 2025.

1. Welcome to the Punchline 0:00 - 6:21
2. Ms. Prescription 6:22 - 8:35
3. Empty Whiskey Bottles 8:36 - 12:14
4. Stockholm Syndrome 12:15 - 15:16
5. The Dead Jazz Fan 15:17 - 18:57
6. Now It's Best to Sing a Song Around the Campfire 18:58 - 20:37
7. Societal Pyramid 20:38 - 22:41
8. Fox in the Henhouse 22:42 - 26:11
9. Have Some Self-Reflection 26:12 - 28:21
10. Lesbians 28:22 - 32:21
11. I've Been to a Tenfold of Funerals in the Last 5 Years 32:22 - 36:15
12. This is a Bore 36:16 - 38:41
13. Sexual Frustration 38:42 - 41:45
14. Paint My Face Black and Blue 41:46 - 43:33
15. Field Experience 43:34 - 47:44
16. The Dancing Plague 47:45 - 50:45
17. Getting Over It 50:46 - 54:02
18. There Was a Horse in the Field 54:03 - 58:57
19. The Illness 58:58 - 1:06:31
20. Virtues 1:06:32 - 1:16:13
21. Closing The Door 1:16:14 - 1:18:16
22. I Forgive You 1:18:17 - 1:26:33

All tracks mixed, mastered, written, recorded, arranged and released by Funeral Fantasy.
All tracks produced by Velvet, Méhti, ifeel, Sphynx, Adebimpe, Raiin, Miz, Plantcham, Angelo Imani, mvvi, Composition X, Rich Brian, Myss, Antn, Nick Montopoli, Bokoven & idly blare.

Special thanks to all my friends, all my loved ones, all the talented people in @ghxstcollective, the creative masterminds in BLAKK POND and of course to those who listen to my music regardless of personal opinion. Thank you and my heart goes out to you all.

Yours truly, 
Chloë.

The Dancing Plague (Continuous Album Mix)

Trippin

The Dancing Plague is out now.

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GHXST COLLECTIVE

Love making music and love spinning tracks for a crowd even more! My 2024 is going to be full of all kinds of original content as well as mixes and live recordings from clubs and festivals on playing. This year I'm focusing on producing Tech house minimal Tech and some darker techno.

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