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The full version of my interpretation of Myla's song ("Bury my mother, pale and slight..."), based on the tune she hums. Sung by me (at 2am) (with a cold). I'm… actually pretty proud of how this turned out!
Context: When the city was condemned, were the miners still in Crystal Peak left outside? Did they wonder what happened to their families left within? Did they sing for them? For the knight and dreamers whose memorial they may once have seen? For the desperate hope for a brighter future? Even just a chance to mourn?
Additional Context: The really fun thing about rounds is how one by one the voices inevitably die off until there is only one remaining. :)
(I really didn't expect so many people to want to hear the whole thing! Many thanks to The Embraced One and Camellia Flingert on Youtube, whose recordings of Crystal Peak ambience provided the perfect background noise/pickaxes/ominous rumbling.)
Full lyrics under the cut.
Ma-na-na, ni-ne-na, ye-mi-ye-ta Ma-na-na, ni-ne-na, yo-na-la (Ke-ti-ya) ma-na-na, ni-ne-na, ye-mi-ye-ta Ye-le-ki, ye-la-ka, no-na-na ye-le-ko
hey if you died right now whats your ghost outfit you cant change it be honest
has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just... haunts them? like it's been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it's just a single line, one sentence that you can't shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?
I’m I following tumblrs new rules right?
@spiral0city how dare you hide this golden response in the comments😂
My math teacher sent this to the math group chat (read d/m/y)
fucking superb
question 2 my followers: what’s the most obscure piece of media you’ve ever developed a fixation with? not obscure as in “at one point had a reasonably thriving fandom that eventually faded” but something you feel you were almost entirely alone in your appreciation for
New tumblr game, put you url in neuralblender.com and see what pops out
Here's mine
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Oh my god, okay Lovecraft parody time
"At nine I started growing gills and swimming in the sea And soon I'll know the wonder of the Sunken City"
Tentacles from The Shoggoth On The Roof
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Oh my god...this song is one of the things that made me realize that I was bi
"We came along for the dream they dreamed
to watch their backs and keep the peace
but guess some bastards can't resist
The blood red dogs' sweet blood red kiss"
Rachel Returns from The New Albion Guide to Analogue Consciousness
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"The bees will find their honey, the sweetest every time, around a rose, I see a red rose, red rose blooming on another man's vine"
Another man's vine by Tom Waits, this one was tricky since there are so few lyrics