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The Magnus archives songs

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PATREON

Everybody Likes You

Theme music to 'The Magnus Archives', featuring viola solo by Elliot Corner.
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"Make your statement, face your fear." A weekly horror fiction podcast examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an organisation dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird. Join Jonathan Sims as he explores the archive, but be be warned, as he looks into its depths something starts to look back… New episodes every Thursday produced by Rusty Quill, featuring guest actors, short stories, serial plots and more.

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES - main theme

Bust Your Knee Caps

(thx 2 soundcloud.com/hotterwasser 4 singin 4 me)

In the vast alone, it's quiet for the first 
     time in a long time in my head.
I can see what I see.
For the first time in a long time, you're in bed.
You're not yet worried sick to death.
You're alive, and I've tried to stay here instead.

Ceaseless watcher, do you see me?
Am I hidden well enough?
Keep my heart locked from perceiving.
I will learn to give you up.

In here on my own,  it's easy to believe 
     that I'm not needed once again.
Except for this, I believe that I am needed 
     to be bled, to be read, to be witnessed, 
     to testify that you're right, then I'm finished

I'm not scared of loneliness.
You are there watching all of it.
Don't tell me goodbye, this is my life.
I am not scared of loneliness.
Don't ask me why. I wouldn't lie.
I am not scared of loneliness.
I'm home right here.

I'm Not Scared (feat. Hotterwasser as Martin Blackwood)

LYRICS:

JON
Tim, you haven’t seen that box of blank tapes anywhere, have you? Oh, Sasha, could you look into any mention of this book in the records? Martin, for the last time, no hot beverages around the technology!

It isn’t easy
Making sense of all this mess
But I shall simply have to try my best
For now

I’ve tried to digitise
These old, archaic archives
But I’ve been trying
For a lifetime
It seems

TIM
Jon?

JON
Yes, what is it?

TIM
Were you planning on labelling any of the tapes you record?

JON
Just play the first few seconds, it’ll be evident which statements they are by the introductions.

TIM
Right, it’s just that you’ve then got to rewind them with a pencil and it’s all a bit time consuming—

JON
Not now!

TIM
Alright, boss.

It makes my skin crawl
The way he speaks to us all
He may be stressed
But it’s depressing
That’s not what I need

JON
Sasha, did you find anything?

SASHA
I’m afraid not.

JON
Yes, I thought as much. Another baseless story.

SASHA
I did meet this very strange man, though. He had hands like claws—

JON
Not now, Sasha.

SASHA
And there was this man just covered in worms—

JON
Not now!

SASHA
But — wait — Jon!

Lately I’ve not been myself
I’ve felt like I’ve been someone else
This job is so degrading
I have a degree

JON
Martin.

MARTIN
What is it now? What have I done wrong now?

JON
I… Just wanted to ask if you were making tea.

MARTIN
Oh.

I just wish that I
Could make them all see eye to eye
I’m tired, sick of all the tension in the air

Jon, Sasha, Tim and I
Are doing mostly fine
But still I sometimes fear
That something else is living here

/ OVERLAPPING VOICES:

SASHA
Lately I’ve not been myself
I’ve felt like I’ve been someone else
This job is so degrading

MARTIN
I just wish that I
Could make them all see eye to eye
But it’s proving very difficult so far

TIM
The way he speaks to us all
He may be stressed but it’s depressing

JON
I’ve been trying for a lifetime it seems

TIM
That’s not what I need

SASHA
I have a degree!

/

TIM
Pub tonight?

SASHA
Yeah, go on. Martin?

MARTIN
I’m there.

ELIAS
Hello, Jon. How’s work? I’ve been keeping an eye on you. I just want to ensure you’re settling in to your new position. With any luck, you’ll soon come to see yourself as the essential part of the archives that you are. Sincerely, your boss, Elias Bouchard.

P.S take some time to absorb everything. It can be quite overwhelming, but I’m sure, with time, and a little supervision, you’ll find that you're truly in your element here.

/ OVERLAPPING VOICES:

SASHA
Trying to survive
In the Archive x3

MARTIN
How the hell can I
Make them all see eye to eye

JON
I am so damn tired!

TIM
Fuck the Archive!

MARTIN
He’s stubborn, he’s a joker
And she’s too good to be here

JON/MARTIN
I’m so damn tired/You look so tired

JON
Why did it have to be me?

TIM
Or me!

SASHA
Or me!

MARTIN
Why me?

Eye To Eye - The Magnus Archives: The Musical

A little theme for Rusty Quill's podcast, The Magnus Archives, and more specifically its head archivist, Jonathan Sims.

The Archivist

spoilers for MAG101! a song for Michael Shelley. me entertaining the idea of a more self-aware michaeldistortion or a thought process of  michael shelley turnin' into michaeldistortion....idk. a compilation of Michael Shelley thoughts.

inspired by The Magnus Archives by Rusty Quill!

LYRICS
I started working for her when I was still young
Thought that place could answer things I didn’t know how to ask
I’d chased answers for years something to quiet my mind
And I knew she had the knowledge I sought to find

I had a flaw you lack and that flaw was trust
I wish I'd kicked it out in time and ground it to dust
Things are more than they appear, doors and people too
The veil between faith and folly is easy to fall through 

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?





She was forgetful yet had so much behind her eyes 
Knowledge barely contained within her frail frame
I couldn’t tell what it was, but there was a density there
Indiscernible things always crowding her air

I had the feeling if she told me I could not begin to understand
There were times I’d feel ignorant and useless
Feeling she was seeing the world with an added dimension
All I could do was give her all my trust and attention

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?

We traveled north for a little business trip
To a place with a name that was fake
We shared a glimpse of hallucination or evidence
She gave me a map that made no sense

She said I could stop a great evil
It was the something I’ve become one with
With the map in hand, I stepped into the maze 
Of ever-changing colors and no nights or days

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?


I met the monster and I made it my own
Made these hallways I wandered my new home
Am I too sharp to look at, am I something unknown?
Would you still call your hand a hand if it had so much bone?

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?

Through My Door (A Magnus Archives Fansong)

demo for the magnus archives; the musical

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Catherine Heavner