#fallow sings

[fallow-grove]

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been feelin' this song lately (side note is this really loud?? lmk)

(transcript below cut)

a home recording of fallow singing, accompanied by aer own backup vocals and a steady clawhammer strum on the banjo. the lyrics are as follows:

Let's fast track Through the romance Another tragedy Makes me weak to my knees I feel your Heart beating Blood flowed through your veins Turned to tears on my pillowcase

And I felt like a child Stumbling through my words Trying my best My best to impress you You said you like the way My smile's different every day The music inside your head Played softer when I was there

But this life is cruel To pick and choose To let it die away With just heartache to replace No way no reason how The lights have dimmed to darkness now So I go back to that place Where I memorized each line on your face

You left me with the promises That now I have to keep Left me red-handed at the bridge You went and burnt without me Still gasping for the breath you stole Rewriting a story never told The music inside my head Plays louder without you here

But this life is cruel To pick and choose To let it die away With just heartache to replace No way no reason how The lights have dimmed to darkness now So I go back to that place Where I memorized each line on your face

[fallow-grove]

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made up my mind to post somethin today even tho my voice was faltering. would've much preferred to sing this in a lower key but i hadda match the banjo lol (haven't had my banjo for long but i adored it the moment i picked it up)

couldn't find a tab of this song so i sounded it out myself; i've only practiced it a few times thus far but i like the way it's shaping up

[fallow-grove]

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this song really resonates with me so i started learning it today and im having a lot of fun so i thought id share?

lyrics:

[instrumental]

everybody thinks they know things but nobody can say they know me

these drugs are fucking with my head i think my mailman is a fed i know my mother wants me dead cuz she hates the smell of cigarettes

these drugs are fucking with my head i think my mailman is a fed i know my mother wants me dead cuz she hates the smell of cigarettes

i can't trust you i know you bleed blue i shouldn't tell you, but-- nobody likes you

everybody thinks they know things but nobody can say they know me

these drugs are fucking with my head i think my mailman is a fed i know my mother wants me dead cuz she hates the smell of cigarettes

these drugs are fucking with my head i think my mailman is a fed i know my mother wants me dead cuz she hates the smell of cigarettes

she hates the smell of cigarettes im pretty sure she wants me dead

[fallow-grove]

It's me fallow from the hit tumblr post "fucked up phone feature." workin on staying alive!

fallowgrove ("fal") - ae/em or it/its - adult - hablo español

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The more flashing/eyestrainey of the blinkies are below the cut

[fallow-grove]

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[Fallow decides to clean around the office while Watts is away, but does so rather...unconventionally.]

transcript:

ah, sir? [cartoon blink/head shake sfx]

he must've left already...and did he leave his journal out? [swipe sfx] oh nah yeahyeahyeah i can take care of things, i can take care of things! it's cute that he mentioned me- i mean come on, this place is a mess, it's time someone tidied up. and, uh, [gulp] it looks like there's no...wizards...around to complain...?

Hoho, let's go.

[sung] Oh, I am...

Just a little rusty, sir, your desk is kinda dusty, and I'm not sure this'll work because your antimagic's fussy but I'm doin' it, I'm tappin' to the wonder of the dream The hue that flows behind the notes and binds me at the seams

And sure, it doesn't do much-- 'til the acid sequence starts But it's all rhyme and rhythm when you're... secretly a bard!

[spoken] why's it secret, again... Oh, right: we can't have our own community because of the fucking Witcher!

A batch of books upon his desk because he stayed up late will shelve themselves in order if i know just what to say I'll flip his journal closed, you know, it's just to be polite And open up the curtains, let the darkness give to bright

I know that being miserable's the default starting card But if you learn to LET YOUR WIGGLES FLY then that's just how you bard!!

[spoken] You know what...i think this could go a bit faster. How about we try something a little more... emotional?

Oh, sir, I know, sir Your pain runs dark and deep I'm not quite as oblivious As i pretend to be

I know you only want me for the work that i can do But I'm just here cuz I'm a freak... Who else would work for you~?

A vase of orange lilies like the time you planted mine A wall of quotes so silly you can't help but crack a smile A custom death-inspired couch I fixed up from the yard They can't help but love or hate you--just a funky bard =]