#faesong

[livvywrites]

High fantasy for the genre aesthetic game?

beware, beware my darlin’

of the fairy queen

for though she sings so sweetly

of fields evergreen

if you follow her you’ll find yourself

lost forever more

bound to the fairy green

[ pick a game to play? ]

[faerynova]

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this recording is from 2017 and i really should record some of the more recent stuff ive written but here have another e.e. cummings poem that i turned into a song:

nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore is limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,love is to yes must's a schoolroom in the month of may: life's the deathboard where all now turns when (love's a universe beyond obey or command,reality or un-) proudly depths above why's first because (faith's last doubt and humbly heights below) kneeling,we-true lovers-pray that us will ourselves continue to outgrow all whose mosts if you have known and i've only we our least begin to guess

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An old song, maybe from 4 years ago, that makes no sense as most of my songs don’t! But I’m kind of glad I procrastinated this long because I finally figured out how to edit voices.

Lyrics under the cut:

I can’t really say what you look like I don’t even know if you’re there The skeptic I am tells me this cannot be real But some part of me doesn’t care 

Often I feel like I’m missing A piece of the puzzle at hand All that I want is to prove or dismiss this But somehow I don’t think I can

I don’t wish I could see, but I wish I could know If my senses are right or if my brain is putting on a show A touch, a glimpse of a shadow moving in the shade A voice, a feeling that comes as quick as it will fade I want to understand Why I can feel your hand

The lights in my vision are fading But they dance and spin nonetheless I cannot tell if it’s you or illusions And that’s why my thoughts are a mess 

These stories aren’t things that should be real Fiction should stay in your head If I told someone, there’s no way they’d accept it They’d think I’m crazy instead

I don’t wish I could see, but I wish I could know If my senses are right or if my brain is putting on a show A touch, a glimpse of a shadow moving in the shade A voice, a feeling that comes as quick as it will fade I want to understand Why I can feel your hand

But I wish I could see, cause I wish I could know If my senses are right or if my brain is putting on a show A touch, a glimpse of a shadow moving in the shade A voice, a feeling that comes as quick as it will fade I want to understand Why I can feel your hand

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AYY CHOIR STUFF

i did post an ancient version of this like 7 years ago, but this is the full SSA choral piece that i wrote up earlier this year. our director finally put together the virtual choir stuff so i thought id share this at least

original poem by e. e. cummings under the cut:

what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to the summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to seem (blow friend to fiend:blow space to time) —when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man what if a keen of a lean wind flays screaming hills with sleet and snow: strangles valleys by ropes of thing and stifles forests in white ago? Blow hope to terror;blow seeing to blind (blow pity to envy and soul to mind) —whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees, it's they shall cry hello to the spring what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you? Blow soon to never and never to twice (blow life to isn't: blow death to was) —all nothing's only our hugest home; the most who die,the more we live

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was talking to someone about music so i might as well post some music that i just... never got around to posting. this was one i wrote for other brain in 2018.

lyrics under the cut as usual:

I have a good friend He puts tape on his fingers all day He’s always gotta work So he never has time to play And he gets kinda sad When he has all those things to do But I want him to know That I love him even when he’s blue Blue, blue I have a good friend And he lives a hundred miles away But we both can’t drive So our only option is to stay And I hate being far But we always find things to do And I love him so much Even when sometimes he’s blue Blue, blue I have a good friend And he doesn’t always act the same I know he doesn’t mean it And I know he’s not to blame And I feel kinda bad Because I don’t know what to do But I’m always gonna love him Even when he’s so, so blue Blue, blue I have a good friend He’s the best thing that’s happened to me He showed me all the things That I never thought I could be And know, no matter what He’ll be there for me, yes it’s true And I love him all the same I love him and his blue bits too Blue, blue

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This is all my cousin’s voice, which I stole to experiment with making completely digital backing music.

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My cousin and I recorded this cover for our grandma this Christmas, since it’s her favorite song. I finished mixing it a couple of weeks ago but just never posted because I kept forgetting.

I think this might be my favorite thing we’ve ever done.

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im not actually sure if my cousin uses her tumblr account anymore but im using her url anyway.

it’s been a while since the last time we could sit down and record something and it’s getting harder and harder to find songs that we both know to record but this one has been on the list for a looong time.