Birds carry messages.
Trees carry growth.
Glass carries light.
Crow carries the tree.
I carry the songs.
This is a place for songs and words that come from being alive.
Grief, joy, anger, humor, dreaming — all of it belongs here.
You don’t have to read everything.
You don’t have to understand it all.
Pick the song that looks back at you.
If you don’t know where to start - this is a soft landing
→ Blue Jay Says Speak
A song about finding your voice, interrupting fear, and letting sound move again.
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→ Crow
A witness song about grief, memory, and the parts of us that refuse to disappear.
Thanks for landing here.
May your feet find their next step without rushing.
A little crow’s on the wire, keeping watch over you.
BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO — Lyrics
I wrote this one because my brain loves to sprint laps around nonsense, so I figured I’d give it nonsense with a purpose. This song is basically my emotional support spell. I made it for the mornings where my mirror looks at me like, “Girl… breathe.” It’s me learning to soften the ask, loosen the shoulders, and act like reality is already rerouting. The absurdity helps — magick sneaks in easier when I’m laughing at myself. I’m learning that magick doesn’t always need candles or Hebrew — it just needs me to stop poking the spell and let it boom
Good VVitch — Lyrics
I wrote this as a diary-spell while learning how to rest, shift, and stay soft when everything tilts. I’m not a master—just a witch-in-training trying to bless my mess, laugh mid-cast, eat like Eden, and listen when Crow nudges me toward gentler magic. These lyrics are my practice, my mirror, my tiny spells toward becoming someone steadier.
May your mess meet mercy.
May your mirror answer you kindly.
May your practice be enough for today.
6. SPLIT (The Lovers) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
Every ghost in FVNERAL is me wearing a mask I once mistook for survival.
Under the rubble of belief, I met the one who never stopped scanning for danger—the lover who disappears inside the people she adores.
She calls it empathy, but it’s really erasure.
She keeps her heart in conditional tense: “I’ll relax someday.”
That’s what trauma does when it dresses up as devotion—it makes you an expert at anticipation.
The chameleon, the caretaker —she checks on everyone and forgets to check if she’s still breathing.
She doesn’t run from love; she studies it.
It looks like compassion, but it’s surveillance.
Every gesture asks the same silent question: Am I safe yet?
This is the Ghost of the Half-Lived Heart.
5. GATEKEEPER (The Hierophant) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
If you’ve ever felt trapped by “shoulds” disguised as spirituality, this one’s for you. Gatekeeper guards the sacred so tightly she forgets to feel it—until the lock gives way. The one who preached what she never practiced. Magick meets rebellion here: doctrine melts into motion, and the teacher finally walks through her own door. Every gate you guard becomes a grave you tend—step through.