i have a very snot-heavy cold. 😞 my voice leaves much to be desired. i fear the chorus needs some polishing/fine tuning but you know what it’s a first draft and it’s done. ;-; i might try and record a better demo later this month once i sound a little more human. or maybe i won’t ¯|(ツ)/¯

baby’s first DADGAD, which might be obvious because the chords i went for are probably the first chords that everyone fking around in dadgad goes for. also, i genuinely can’t tell when my writing is too oblique or too obvious. help a gal out whose brain isn’t firing on all cylinders? 🥺

from what sense i can make of my own song (inner world a phantom limb indeed 💀), i think i wrote an instruction manual on what not to do? a cautionary tale against taking "love and be loved" to the extreme? verily what you see before your eyes is the unfiltered inner monologue of a traumatized enneagram 2. 🤪 if that’s also you, i’m raising my glass

#folk #singersongwriter #alternatetuning #acousticonetake #girlwithguitar #guitar #acoustic

tune your senses to the tapping pen, the bouncing leg, ‘til your inner world’s a phantom limb you need to shed

don’t fight against the waves that push you down just take a knee never let them see how hard it is to drown or how easy

to be of use just broker truces and slip beneath the skin of those around not like a knife but like the sense of life that wraps you in its arms, safe and sound

train your words to get an earnest laugh, a sunny smile if being loved becomes your epitaph, go extra miles

don’t fight against the way it makes you feel when you can see all the fun ways you contort just to reveal who you can be

to be of use just broker truces and slip beneath the skin of those around not like a knife but like the sense of life that wraps you in its arms, safe and sound that wraps you in its arms, safe and sound oh, let me wrap you in my arms, safe and sound