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.
Listener favorite below - most streamed
→ 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.
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.
4. COMMANDER (The Emperor) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The Commander is the ghost of overorder—the one who mistook control for care. It’s the sound of overfunctioning cracking open. A prayer for rest disguised as a confession. Strength without rest becomes a cage; this is the moment it rusts open. Fourth gate of FVNERAL—where duty turns to dust and the body finally drops the map. Control dissolves, presence remains. The world still spins.