guitar/bass/vox/lyrics by Waxing Crone
“drums” by GarageBand x Waxing Crone

I’ve been slowly breaking open 
Down the seam along my center 
Where there’s space to hold all those I was and am
With the tenderness to heal them
For all the ugly parts and sad distracted hearts 
That all my past achievements had hidden 
Making room for safety and those songs as yet unwritten

Yet meanwhile I am breaking apart
A shaking foot in either world
The cruel mundane or the world of creation, the 
one I’ve always wanted
Far from deceitful industry and broken promises from thieves 
Generations of liars who colonize and capitalize and flaunt it

I just want to believe our world can change
As each of us awakes we lay foundation for a reckoning
Borders are man-made which means that they can be unmade
Hold on hold on to hope even though it’s frightening

Like fish don’t see their water
We’re the currency and the product
Don’t you close your eyes for long
Cause when you open them your youth is gone 
And men sell bombs
So war goes on
But this was supposed to be 
A hopeful song

Will my nervous guts and hardened heart 
Soften when transformation starts?
Oh the things I tried and try
To find a shortcut to the inside
I try to meditate yet I can’t concentrate
And the mushrooms give me a headache
Though it sounds I’m cracking up from this
That’s just the sound of my cracking chrysalis!

I just want to believe our world can change
Maybe I’m naïve, or is tomorrow sweeter than yesterday?
Like all things man-made, the status quo can be unmade
Hold on the earth will go on and on long past humanity

I believe I’m probably naïve
Deep beneath the sheets of revolutionary mythology
No charity
No clarity
Just grief
And Release

I just want to believe…
And if I’m wrong, still earth will go on and on long past humanity

I Want To Believe

guitars/bass/vox/lyrics by Waxing Crone
“drums” by GarageBand x Waxing Crone

What were we about?
How deep was darkness buried
In the dirty sounds
Our teenage hearts beat out?

Come of age with troubles
Under a shroud of misplaced
Rage against ourselves
That turned us inside out

And so we learned
Suddenly mortality was 
Staring us down
When reluctant stars burnt out 

It became so ordinary
Albeit melancholy
Just a last exit
To the darkest route

Some barely survived
To see the century turn
But for others it’s a slow burn
Slow burning out

Well-seasoned, almost numb to  
Disaster upon disaster
Once in a lifetime’s every day

They’ve lit us from both ends 
From outside to our insides
Why burn what’s already inflamed?

Some barely survived
To see the century turn
But for others it’s a slow burn
Slow burning out

So party like it’s '99
Pour one out for those who won’t return
Hold your trauma to the fire and watch it
Slowly burn
And smolder out

We’re all burning now.

Grungeballad

guitar/bass/vox/lyrics by Waxing Crone
"drums" by GarageBand x Waxing Crone
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Fake it til you make it but
I never made it
I couldn’t take it
Became a stranger

Short song, long con
Thirteen years with blinders on
Sometimes impostor syndrome just
simply means you’re an impostor

Take your dream job
Then you hate it 
Shouldn’t have waited
Who dreams of jobs anyway?

Short song, long con
A privileged life with blinders on
Sometimes impostor syndrome just
simply means you’re an impostor

That’s why 
I cry on company time

The Impostor

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