needed this now more than ever, thank you beetlebug :)

note - I do N O T take A N Y credit for this track and will it remove if I'm asked to by the original creator

Little Soldiers - by The Crane Wives

a letter of wistful foreboding from a researcher who has seen and learned more than they should have

dear friend i write to you swiftly
with scarlet ink and a woe
my note will be fleeting
but promise while reading
to hang on to every word

all the days are forgetting
they told me i was alone
but leafing through pages
does nothing for aged
fingers that work to the bone

through the archway
where the bookspines fold
they will show you the way

this study cramped and musty
a coffin to call my abode
each cold glance i've earned
passing through me i've learned
not to trust those that make it a home

i met a ghost that tended a garden
they showed me their most prized marrow
tendons and teeth
amongst pale meadowsweet
seeds of doubt are beginning to grow

through the archway
footprints cremated to smoke
they will show you the way

a letter from a notable source

Ta-da!
Today
The headache finally goes away
The headache finally goes
Ta-da!
Today
I feel the harmony between
My heart and body and my brain
Everything will be okay

And if you ask what bird I want to be
I'll say a blue jay
If you ask what time I want to leave
I'll change the conversation
If you lean in close and kiss me
I won't mind
I’ll probably respond in kind

Ta-da!
Today
I find the energy to play
I find the energy
Ta-da!
Today
I hear a friendly melody
In every enemy refrain
Everything will be okay
Everything will be okay

Ta-da!
Today
I see the light across the bay
Ta-da!
Today
A sudden symphony
is somewhere out there trumpeting my name
Everything will be okay

And if you ask what bird I want to be
I'll say a blue jay
If you ask what time I want to leave
I'll change the conversation
If you lean in close and kiss me
I won't mind
I’ll probably respond in kind
I’ll probably respond in kind
I’ll probably respond in kind
I’ll probably respond in kind.


credits

released January 7, 2022
Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Arrangement by Stephan Nance

Piano/vocals - Stephan Nance
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Electric bass - Jeni Magana
Trumpet - Jackie Coleman

Mixing & mastering by Thaddeus Moore, Liquid Mixing & Mastering

Recorded in Portland, Los Angeles, and New York

Artwork by Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design by Chad Lowe

Blue Jay

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written and composed by madilyn mei
produced and mixed by scrawny
mastered by joe hutchinson
artwork by madilyn mei

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

I am living in the eye of the storm
Winded and unwound
Down on the floor
Trying to find the door
Trying to find the door
Trying to find the door

I can’t see for all the dust in the air
Could wave it away
But I wouldn’t dare
Some of it might be you
Some of it might be you
Some of it might be you

Every day and every night
You were the
Soundtrack of my life
And now it’s all a
Silent film
Every cloudy afternoon
Your voice rang out and
Lit the room
But now it’s always
Dark and
Oh so quiet

I don’t even know where to begin
I don’t even know where to begin
Sometimes the days were long
Sometimes the days were long
Sometimes the days were long
But the years were so short

I am living in the shell of a home
Never dreamed I’d feel so
Sad and alone again
Didn’t we have more time?
I thought we had more time.
Couldn’t we have more time?

Every day and every night
You were the
Soundtrack of my life
And now it’s all a
Silent film
Every cloudy afternoon
Your voice rang out and
Lit the room
But now it’s always
Dark and
Oh so quiet

I don’t even know where to begin
I don’t even know where to begin
Trying to find the door
Trying to find the door
Trying to find the door

Silent Film

How To Let Go · August Greenwood

all ash is snow

all ash is snow (feat. Hugh Stanway)

until the end

embers

A track made for my oldest friend, Stig my brother . Strng As An OX and Cunning as Fox

The Stig

Paranormal

hi!! my name is auri, im a singer sngwriter from the uk and i make videos/songs and stream and stuff, u can find me on youtube !!!

all ash is snow (feat. Hugh Stanway)

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