loose lips - kimya dawson (cover)

Real poetry is always about plants and birds and trees 
And the animals and milk and honey breathing in the pink
But real life is behind a screen
Skimmin' and a scrollin'

Real trees don’t grow in my yard but I’m moving from the East
Where the lemons are so plenty
They don’t know what to do with those things
And I’m taking you with me, my sweet

So you can bite me 
If it makes you feel any better
You can bite me 
If it makes you feel
like

Oh what a waste of all your sorrow just to spit it to the floor
Your venom is my milk and honey drink it to the
Coronary coffee and my pulse is taking off
Like one of those space rockets
You know sometimes they blow up   
Into the most amazing things

Real trees don’t grow in my yard but I’m moving from the East
Where the Apple stores are plenty and there's a crack in my screen
You’re breaking it with me

You can bite me if it makes you feel any better
You can bite me if it makes you feel
You can bite me if it makes you feel any better

--

Written, performed, and produced by Katie McTigue
Bass guitar by Ben Krock
Mixed and mastered by Dylan Ganz

Bite Me

We saw a line, so we got in
Without knowing what was going on
Saturday in Chinatown 
The street moves by
But you and I
Are perfectly still

And still
I feel
This little nagging thing
Like theres somewhere I should be 
Like there's something wrong with everybody else but me

There's something in the air
I guess it's the pollution
I guess it's the vaccine
I guess there doesn’t have to be a reason
(I guess it’s the new algorithm)
I guess I’ll see you later
It’s up to your discretion, I guess
I guess it was a fluke
They’re working on the system

We'd be so fucked if this was real
But I'm not really planning to stick around here
None of this counts
In a couple years
I’m gonna start my life for real
For real
Mmmmm

There's something in the way
She moves
And now I can't remember
Something I’m supposed to do
Something just broke
It’s like somebody died
That’s just just something people say
Real people

We'd be so fucked if this was real
But I'm not really planning to stick around here
None of this counts
In a couple years
I’m gonna start my life for real    
Mmmmm
Then it's all over

--

Written, performed, and produced by Katie McTigue
Mixed and mastered by Dylan Ganz

unReal / forReal

When you live in the desert 
You learn not to look up at the sun
And that a mountain is like an island in the clouds
We're staying at the little blue house

Hello
The lady at the post office said to tell you so
Everybody round here just wants you to know
We love you so

But I'm not gonna live in Orangeville
I'm not gonna live in Orangeville
But if you're not gonna tell her
I will

When you live in the desert
The graveyard is a place
Where the caretaker takes care of people equally
Plots of plastic flowers grown from Latter Day seeds
Pretty and sweet
Today's a high of 103

So water your plants 10 times a day
Send your love to your family
Plastic flowers never fade

But I'm not gonna die in Orangeville
I'm not gonna die in Orangeville
Or maybe I will
Maybe I will
Maybe I will

--

Written, performed, and produced by Katie McTigue
Guitar and vocals by Ben Krock
Mixed and mastered by Dylan Ganz

Orangeville

My phone is glued to my face surgically
And it might be too late for me
I self destruct the second
I have nothing to occupy me
I’m like a kid 
I need someone to schedule my activities
Nobody wants to play with me  
I put bad things in my body
Subconsciously 
Trying to be annoying enough that 
you’ll get mad and then I can be all self-righteous about that

Ok
I did it

Somebody check my homework
Somebody validate this
Check this off my todo list
Wow, clarity!

I might check some emails
I might go for a walk
I might kill you if you
Look at me
Or make that noise
Or breath in my vicinity

Now we only got one thing to do
Sit here just me and you and
Stare at each other
May I remind you that I love you?

And it's too late to go back
There's too much weird stuff to unpack
I’m too spacey to stay mad

So I keep throwing this ball at the wall
And it keeps coming back
But when you think about it what's so surprising about that
The wall is hard and that hurts my feelings
But if it was soft I’d probably just call it a little bitch

And that’s why therapists
Believe that I am competent
I’m published and I cite myself
Oh sorry I was zoning out
I don’t fuck with sincerity
Unless I’m making fun of me
I was reading my own blog instead of listening 

Somebody peer review this
Somebody please edit this
Check check check check this out
Wow, serenity!

I might get up early
But I might just sit in bed
I might throw up if you keep sending me poetry

Fuck you 
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me to do what I want 
Cause I’m already doing that, thank you
Sorry 
For saying fuck you

I might burn out on this 
I might just sit in silence

--

Written, performed, and produced by Katie McTigue
Mixed and mastered by Dylan Ganz

Have you tried meditation?

recorded w/ Lawson Alderson in Asheville North Carolina

Different World - Studio Demo

so nice so smart - kimya dawson (cover)

you love me - kimya dawson (intro loop)

Song inspired by Kimya Dawson’s music. 
Lyrics

I want be in Nebraska
Where the hills are fat
And then I wouldn’t be where I am
To be where I am at

I could be in Chicago
Where the Bulls are at
I'm not too into basketball
But maybe that’d change that

I could be in Utah
It's pretty neat in fact
I'm proud that I like Utah
It's pretty interesting, that

I want to. live in Nippon
Where you can read the manga right off the rack
And then I wouldn't be where I am
To be where I'm at

And then I wouldn't have to be where I am
To be where I am at

And then I wouldn't be where I am
To be where I am at

Nebraska Song (demo 1)

5bikes[demo]

Chords + Lyrics:

D 
Poly isn’t fun 
Poly definitely is not for everyone 
Em A Em A 
But hey, I guess it works for me 

D
Poly isn’t cool
Not the kinda cool you heard about in school 
Em A D 
Tho kids will tell you differently 

D 
Poly poly
Em A Em A 
What an exercise in melancholy 
Poly poly 
Falling into love that feels like folly 

Em A D Bm 
I’m poly and it hurts, but there are things that suit me worse like 
 A 
monogamy
Em G A 
Get that shit away from me 

D 
Poly poly
Em A Em A 
Feeling all the love and loss as folly 
Poly poly 
It occurs to me as melancholy 

D A                                    Em                        
Poly just a word to say that  we don’t love the 
G A D 
way tv taught us true love should be

D
Poly poly 
Em A Em A 
Making up the rules phenomenologically
Poly poly 
I consent to melancholy 

D A                                    Em                        
Poly just a word to say that  we don’t love the 
G A D 
way tv taught us true love should be 


D 
Poly isn’t fun 
Poly definitely is not for everyone 
Em A Em A 
But I keep choosing it for me 

D
Poly isn’t fair 
Just because you love her doesn’t mean she’s 
Em                A D A Bm 
there for you like lovers do 
Em
Just because you love her and you choose to be her lover and you’re dating other people and she’s dating someone hotter 
A 
Don’t mean 


D 
Poly isn’t fun 
Poly definitely is not for everyone 
Em A Em A 
But I know that I don’t have to be 
A D A  Bm 
Poly indefinitely 

G 
Just because you love her and you Choose to be her lover 
When you take account of randoms it’s a dubious endeavor 
Em A D 
You can promise to be faithful but the moment that you say it feels improbable in principle and likely betray it 
Poly

PolyIsntFunDEMO.m4a

#melancholyy’
lyrics
fantasize about taking my own life
thats all i think about when im awake at night
im so fuckin curious of whats on the other side
peelin off your skin wearin it to bed everynight
remember watchin you cry
cuttin on your fuckin thigh
remember everytime i could never sleep at night
the whole damn time my heart would be tight
but i had to stop worrying about the things i could never change

curiosity killed the cat… sadness probably did to

Love Michael Jackson and Pete Seeger. The Beatles are pretty good, too.
Editing a lot and uploading when I have a concise thing edited (ideally once a day), but I'm doing some form of music pretty much constantly.

Love writing songs, I can sing, I play the piano well enough for composing, and I can produce and edit. Improving at everything.

#melancholyy’
#melancholicjestr🪅🤡
disc: @frownupontheworld
ig: cursedbyuu
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it hurts so much

An alien that plays the ukulele. Constantly vacillating between different planes of existence and timelines. In one, she is the last remaining member of her species, exiled to this planet by a malicious governing body. In another, she is simply on spring break, exploring this planet on an anthropological expedition sanctioned by a benevolent governing body. In all timelines, she is governed, and in most timelines, she has a body. The ukulele is a state of mind, a portable emotional support instrument, a baseline (not a prerequisite). Her human drag is unmatched. Her alien countenance is fae adjacent. Her target demographic is not of this world, but this world will be subjected to her nonetheless.

Real poetry is always about plants and birds and trees and the animals and milk and honey breathing in the pink but real life is behind a screen

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