PhemieC - Just Us
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"Justice and Anders is filmed in front of a live studio audience."

A silly Odd Couple style buddy comedy theme I wrote for Anders and Justice a while ago. No music, just some snapping, but enjoy anyway. :)

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Just us

I want it to be just us

two and not three.

I trust you won’t hold it against me

My mind’s co-inhabited, it’s an old habit I’ve got

He gets angry and glows a lot

and I think that It shows that I’m not exactly alone

Cause he’s always at home, inside my dome, in my thoughts

He’s my constant friend

My one companion until the end

But I’d do almost anything (but be a Warden again)

if it could be you and me, just us.

I liked, the way that he’d thwart and smite

So mighty and manly, right?

Who could blame me for what happened next was a fluke

Now he’s planting a nuke

When we met, I thought it a real safe bet

Like adopting a talking pet

To live in my soul

But he walks in my sleep and he hogs the remote control

He’s my constant friend

My one companion until the end

But I’d do almost anything (but join the circle again)

if it could be you and me, just us.

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kethavelia:

cosmictuesdays:

 

I run outside before you, making holes for you to walk through like a child following footprints in the snow.

You are my foundation, and beside you I’m a mountain, I am fortified, and I can only grow.

And that’s not all.

Haven’t you, a man of science, ever wondered why I try so hard to make you feel so secure?

Haven’t you, with all your cleverness, devised the reason why I missed no hit and dodged no bullet, can’t you see why I go through it?

I want to be your human shield

Be your cover in the field

Be your strength when you have none

Be your comfort when you are done

Be the walls you live inside

Be the hole where you can hide

Be the safe in which you’re sealed

I want to be your human shield

Once I was withdrawn, but that loner now is gone. Oh, how’d I stay so long in such a place without you?

Once I was so strong but now to be alone feels wrong when I am invincible around you.

Haven’t you, a man of science, ever wondered why I try so hard to make you feel so secure?

Haven’t you, with all your cleverness, devised the reason why I missed no hit and held no rancor?

Haven’t you felt so at ease while safe inside my company? See I am at my best as your bulletproof vest.

I am your residence, your willing shade, the room in which your bed is made, your host, your home, your hive, your cave; oh can’t you see how brave you make me?

I want to be your human shield

Be your cover in the field

Be your strength when you have none

Be your comfort when you are done

Be the walls you live inside

Be the hole where you can hide

Be the safe in which you’re sealed

I want to be your human shield

Human Shield by Hannah M.

favorite song ♥

oh look it’s one of my first songs on my dash isn’t this magical

A Kar<>Gam<3<Rezi fansong on charango, from Gamzee’s POV. Heavily inspired by the fanfic “The Serenditpity Gospels” by duedlyfirearms and urbanAnchorite. Track art by duedlyfirearms. I am so inspired by the poesy of this story. 

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There’s a boy here lying quiet in my shadow like a prayer
he drips from every angle into colours that I wear
he wanders like an saint on predatory pilgrimage
with a grimace and a limp he puts his wrist against my cartilage

and I could separate these bones, I could pack them into prose, 
or I could hold a cancer in my soul until it overflows, 
but there is only boy and breath, gentle handprints on my chest. 
mouthing little darling, deepest, loveliest of sacrilege.

This boy of filth, he’s born of Gods, 
he clutches at my flaws, he drags me from my holocaust
he takes my limbs, he wraps them around him, 
he takes my shake and takes my sick and feeds me bread and then…

these violent wall eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine
these wines and sugars in my blood they mutter “Take your claws and climb
the inch of every pale moon love, you once swore you’d pay nevermind.”
When I am on the side of you, I’d say my gods were always lying
Lying…

There’s a girl pacing around me, proselytizing parasite.
Her sick, acidic logic ridicules the ancient rite.
and when her teeth break up on me like tiny cliffs of chalk,
I crash into her canyon, lick the injuries she likes to mock.

And I could cut her down to size, It’s half as hard as compromise, 
or I could watch a blind sleepwalker creep all sweet and none-the-wise,
but there is only girl and grin, curling up under my skin, 
picture you and I forgetting why we let the other in.

This judge of what, she’s born of mud, 
she answers to no blood, she will not let me chew the cud.
She spits and swells, she wears her wretched well, 
she holds my soul with taxes, tolls, and takes it straight to hell.

these violent wall eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine
these wines and sugars in my blood they mutter “Take your claws and climb
the inch of every rotten hate, I once swore I’d pay nevermind!”
When I am on the side of you, you’d say your law was always lying.
Your law, it must be lying.
My Gods, they must be lying.
Lying…

My long awaited Karkat Vantas fansong. Equal parts Gam</>Kar and Karezi. Slightly spoilery of the recent updates. And with that, all the trolls have a song! :) Thanks to everyone who stuck it out and believed in me.<3

Download at Soundcloud Source.

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There will be no soft sounds this time

no arms, not mine at least
should’ve expect this, I guess, no “shh” can soothe your beast
and it was my problem once, that violence inside your eyes
bright red and high with death and pie, and rage that never dies

and I used to blame myself, then I blamed everybody else, but never you
cause you were just a messed up kid, 
who’d step in it, get scared and sit,
and pray for goats and gods who would know what to forbid

and when you would reach out, well I’d run my big mean mouth and make it worse
And maybe I deserve that hurt, 
destruction of my universe, 
so if you’ve gotta beat somebody up don’t make it her.

I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m not a leader anymore.
I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m not a leader. 
Not a leader.
Not a leader, friend.

No more attempts to make you see, I tried, he succeeded, oh well
but what I can say to a girl who’d play with a noose of excuses until
her big wicked grin disappears in the smoke, and crack goes the rope pulled true
I know enough about doubt, and hating myself, to tell that you now know it too

and I used to blame myself, then I blamed everybody else, including you
but you were perfect as you were
all angled out, a blinding blur
so bright and beautiful, and clever, yeah for sure

But when you would reach out, well I’d run my big mean mouth and make a mess
And now it’s my turn to confess
I wasn’t there, I didn’t guess
that you were slipping, ‘till you tripped right off the edge

I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m not a leader anymore
I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m not a leader,not a leader, not a leader…

Said a thousands words but they never helped
I hid my scars from you out of shame
Took up the cause and I took the helm
But I’m not the only one who’s changed
I knew you first, and I knew you best
I wish I’d stopped it way back then
when things were bad, but they still made sense
when we were kids, when we were friends.

Friendleaders…

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At work today I wrote a tricky little song to help me remember how upright piano actions work. A few people wanted it so here’s a very quick recording. :) Hopefully it’ll be informative, or at least entertaining.

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You press down the key
which pushes up the capstan
which pushes up the whippen
which pushes up the jack spring
which moves the jack
which butts the butt and touches catch to back check
and also makes the hammer hit the string
and that’s the Action of the thing

The action of the thing, is simple to explain
but the pattern of it’s mechanism tricky to retain
so if you need a hint, rely on this refrain
I’ll show you how, repeat it now here once more and again.

You press down the key
which pushes up the capstan
which pushes up the whippen
which pushes up the jack spring
which moves the jack
which butts the butt and touches catch to back check
and also makes the hammer hit the string
and that’s the Action of the thing

The action of the thing, is simple to explain
but the pattern of it’s mechanism tricky to retain
so if you need a hint, rely on this refrain
I’ll show you how, repeat it now here once more and again.

You press down the key
which makes the capstan hit the whippen butt 
the whippen moves on whippen flange
It makes the jack spring move the jack (which moves on jack flange)
Hit the butt, which moves on butt flange
Move the catch to hit the back check
and it makes the hammer hit the string
(The damper acts, the bridal strap pulls back the catch right after that)
And that is the action of the thing.

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I really love Culliby and would love a download, and it's kind of been a while since you uploaded it. I'm super super sorry if this is pushy or anything, but, yeah. If you ever plan to put it up to buy on your Bandcamp or something, that'd be swell!
Anonymous

I’d actually quite forgotten about this track. But listening to it now I find I rather like it still, so I’ve put it up for download, payment optional, at my Bandcamp.

Thank you for reminding me about it, friend. :)

catbountry:

ask-tentapyro:

Hannah M: The End

(HAS ANYONE HEARD THIS BEFORE)

Oh hey, this is back.

A blast from the past, woah. This was actually the first song I ever wrote on guitar…

A Hannibal fansong from the POV of Abigail Hobbs. Music and lyrics by me. Download available at sound-cloud source. :)

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With closed eyes I
see the knife slide
faith born in lies
you empathize

but I know what the monster looks like
I have kept his belly full
I know what the hunter fears
We’re always hunted in our souls
I know what the monster looks like
My reflection tells me, so
special I expire daily
dime a dozen dark haired doe

Devils talk from both my shoulders, always othered, faded, cold
patiently my founding fathers hide my faults and fill my bowl
Picnic for three, my guardians and me 
one thinks that he’s a killer and the other made me tea
A monster and a madman and a doctor in psychology

leather and fur
use and honor
each part of her
but when’s my turn?

Is this what a family feels like?
With closed eyes, I see it all
the gutting hand, the cup of trust, 
the doleful eye, the chilling touch, 
the tailored suits, the scarf tied tight
my noose and I in the headlights

Devils talk from both my shoulders, who to trust and must I choose?
Understand, my founding fathers, what to honor, what to use
I bleach my bones and tan my hide, I braid my hair and eat my pride
I hammer my nails and hold my tongue, but it wont be enough, tonight.

Funeral for five, my guilt, my guile, my guardians and I

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PhemieC - Forgotten Portrait (Rough)
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A few people have asked for it so here’s my “Ib” fansong. From Garry’s POV, very metaphorical and unpolished. But hey, enjoy. :)

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I’ve been here before, but never with company

there’s beauty in the madness of someone else’s longing

to be seen, to not slip through the cracks,

to fall into the black and be alone forever

known by nobody

I had a dark dream and awoke to turn to tell it to a ghost

I put all my ghosts into my words, and then erase them ‘till their smoke

floats across my page, falls into my paints,

and lines my pockets of my coat

to haunt my lonely days.

and maybe we’ll both die, maybe I will die for you,

a little stranger in her Sunday best, but what else could I do?

to be anything but lonely’s worth a shot at being only

a forgotten portrait hung inside a gallery to view.


Rooms built of emotion, as awkward as a sonnet writ of stone

or even the comfort of someone like me who stumbles on their own

lack of common sense, a backwards, wrong-end mess dressed in shabby clothes, and who but you would be impressed?

What maniacal artist, cursed the canvas, dipped his brush in fate

and painted my face beside thinking I could guide you?

Obligation thoroughly dictates I stay sane in the face of rage

And so for your sake I’ll be brave, thank god you saved me.

and maybe there’s an exit, and it’s light is up ahead,

and maybe art for art’s sake only isn’t all that bad.

to be anything but useless, if there’s just a chance I’ll choose it

even if it means, consequentially, I’m doomed a muse instead

Or confined as a forgotten portrait hanging in your head.

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A little something for a friend. Hope you have a great day, hun. :)

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Avalon turns 13 today, and she might be young but she’s got a lot to say

her name is like a fairytale and her future is the same

sometimes its hard to see beyond the fog of the here and now, but it wont be long,

before the clouds part and they sing your song, the song I’m singing, Avalon

Avalon, there’s so much love and beauty here around you

take a breath and let it out, the difference will astound you

take it from me, and a billion “we”’s, I personally guarantee

that’s nothing’s ever quite as bad as it seems when you’re 13

Avalon is a girl I know, she’s a certified superhero

she’s got the stuff to conquer any challenge in her way

she growing up a little more with every step she takes for sure

and someday she’ll walk out her door and world will sing her name, and they’ll sing…

Avalon there’s so much love and beauty here around you

take a breath and let it out the difference will astound you

take it from me, and a billion “we”’s, I personally guarantee

that even when you are 13 you have the world under your feet,

a million blessings, food to eat, a place to sleep

a heart that beats, a mind that dreams

and there is nothing else you need, Avalon.

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