"Blah, Blah, Blah (Fae Dust Farewell)" is a bold, no-holds-barred track that lays bare the frustration of dealing with someone who refuses to take accountability for their actions. The song is a response to a former partner who hides behind empty words, avoids addressing issues, and chooses to ghost people rather than face his own shortcomings. Despite being asked to leave Blood Kindred — a place where I once poured my heart and creativity — he later tried to frame it as though I had run away, twisting the narrative to suit his ego. This song dismantles that lie, calling him out for his performative leadership and inflated self-importance.

The lyrics draw directly from my personal experience, serving as a form of cathartic release and healing. It’s a farewell to someone who couldn’t live up to their own claims, and a critique of the behavior that left others to pick up the slack. While I speak my truth, it’s important to note that this song isn’t an attack on the Blood Kindred community as a whole — many of its members and staff are incredible people who deserve better than the empty promises they’ve been given. The focus is squarely on him and his blatant avoidance of responsibility.

"Blah, Blah, Blah" is a fierce anthem for anyone who’s had enough of broken promises and performative bravado. It’s about reclaiming the magic that was once shared, exposing the hollow words for what they are, and leaving with a final, fae-dusted farewell that marks the end of this toxic cycle.

"Blah, Blah, Blah (Fae Dust Farewell)"

You told me to hush, to leave without a sound
You hide behind excuses, while you drag us down
I think it’s tragic — you want the crown, but won’t lead
You left us adrift

You act like a leader
But can’t handle the heat

And all I ever hear is:

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Look at me, I run this place
I’m sick of all your ghosting while we pick up the slack
'Cause all I ever hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Look at me, swinging my big dick around
Forget the fae dust — it vanished when I left town

What’s so wrong with
Wanting to fix what you let rot away?
Maybe you’d care if you were there — but you’re missing
So why should we pretend?
I just want to end
The cycle of your lies and empty promises

You just want someone else to take the fall
While you play your games,
Disappear, then call
Yourself the heart of it all
But forget the grind
You want the glory without putting in the time

I believe your ego don’t impress at all

Every time you make a promise
The ones left behind are who stand tall, tall, tall

'Cause all I ever hear is:

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Look at me, I run Blood Kindred
I’m sick of all your whining while they hold the fort
'Cause all I ever hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Look at me, I’m the head of this show
Forget the fae dust — that magic left long ago

I said goodbye
With a smile and well wishes too
But now the place is a shell, devoid of any truth

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Look at me, I built this dream
I’m sick of all your fakin’, while they bear all the weight
'Cause all I ever hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Look at me, swinging my big dick around
But you’ll see me again, lovelies — I’m not leaving town

_Blah, Blah, Blah (Fae Dust Farewell)_

Wisp Wolf Dissonance

Wisp Wolf Dissonance is not just a name. It's a pulse that doesn’t follow rules. A howl wrapped in static. A signal flickering through smoke and memory. It’s me, Willow. And it’s us. The voices that live in me. The parts that don’t always speak in words, but always make sound. What you’re hearing isn’t just music. It’s a transmission from a body that never settled into one shape.

We don’t just sing. We don’t just write. We do it all. The noise, the melody, the movement underneath. Every lyric, every scream, every glitter-drenched drone or stripped-down whisper is something we crafted from scratch. No producers. No teams. Just hands and heart and code and chaos. My partners sometimes help me with ideas or inspiration, but what you hear is something we build ourselves, from the inside out.

We shift. That’s the truth. You might notice that no two tracks sound alike. One might be soft, nearly a lullaby. The next could cut like broken glass. It’s not a gimmick. It’s not mood swings. It’s something akin to dissociative identity disorder, though I’m not formally diagnosed. I’m fighting for that clarity. I live with psychosis, CPTSD, and other neurodivergent conditions that impact how I perceive reality. I experience episodes. My sense of self fractures and reforms. There are different voices, different moods, different ways of being that move through me. And when we create, that shows up in the sound.

This is not an attempt to fake or force anything. I’m not gatekeeping or trying to claim something I haven’t earned. This is just how I process my world. How I make sense of myself. And how I stay alive. Our music shifts because we do. And every version is real. Every voice is part of me. That isn't inconsistency. That’s truth in motion.

Wisp Wolf Dissonance is a sanctuary for the shapeshifters. The fae-drifters. The glitchcore kin. The neurospicy. The queer. The system-made and soul-scattered. The ones too strange for genre and too honest for silence. We don’t fit. So we make spaces that do. Our music is jagged and gentle. Loud and trembling. It's holy and haunted. It's everything we are, stitched together and humming.

Some tracks are sorrow. Some are fury. Some are hope with teeth. Some are just noise because the silence was heavier. Everything here is a timestamp of a moment we lived. We don’t polish it into perfection. We offer it as it is. Breathing. Changing. True.

Wisp Wolf Dissonance is not a brand. It's a den. A portal. A system of signals. A love letter written in distortion. This space is ours. But if it speaks to you, it's yours too.

More about us: https://willowborale.carrd.co
Stay wild. Stay soft. Stay strange.
We’ll keep building. We’ll keep singing.