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.
The Smallest Word in God’s Mouth (Yod) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The FVNERAL pauses for fire; it’s the match-strike between denial and truth. Crow says speak it or be eaten by it. This track names the wound so the healing can’t hide in poetry. Tiny letter, massive shift. It’s chaos magick. Yod asks three questions: Would you still do it if nobody knew? Does it clear confusion or cause theater? Is it the smallest move that works? — This is where FVNERAL takes a eulogy break and starts cutting truth loose.