phemiec:

A Vriska Fansong, frequently asked for long awaited haha. Not much else to say about this one. Download at Soundcloud source.

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Once upon a time a stutter disgusted me, 
muttered distrust at me, pity you couldn’t fly.
I’ve only ever taken what’s mine,
So what if I help you, I’m helping myself, too?

Twice I got the wind knocked out of me, why?
Just to curl up and die? No, I’ve got too much pride.
So I breathe it in then let it out slow,
When I turn to go, find you trailing behind.

I fought for every last inch that I got
Forgive me for leaving my spot
Not standing in w8 while you finished the race 
with those two broken legs you’ve got.

One thing’s for sure…
If I were you I never would have let it stop me,
I never have before.
And if you knew what I went through while trying to get through to you, you’d thank me!

You’d get down on one knee, no matter how much it hurt
and you would say “I’m sorry”, but I would say it first…

Once, the two of us were eye for an eye
Now I’ve given up trying, how could I be so blind?
You’ll never let me settle the score
To you I’m the scourge, not the the partner in crime.

I fought for every last one of you schmucks!
I might as well have saved my luck
Not wasted it all on some shortsighted, know-it-all
so-called friends, you’re not.

One thing’s for sure…
If I were you I never would have let it stop me,
I never have before.
And if you knew what I went through while trying to get through to you, you’d thank me!

You’d find me in a dream, on some uncharted map
And I would say I’m sorry, and you would want me back…

Once the world was just a web and a spider, and so was I.
A liar in a dress of white.

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phemiec:

An update fansong from Trickster Jane’s POV for your listening enjoyment. Download at soundcloud source. :)

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Hello, my candy coated darling, it’s your vanilla baby
I’ve come to say I love you and I always have
I find it so amusing, I used to be confused and
afraid that you would never love me back

But now I see that we were always meant to be
you and me forever planting lots of family trees
counting out our children, half a zillion at least
we’ll name the boys for you and we will name the girls for me

Hello, the sour peach of my skin, the sweetest poison icing
so tasty it could rot your teeth and brain
The chaotic consumption, the diabetic gumption
to do a thing like make me go insane

and leave this plane of reality completely
float among the clouds of pink and blue cotton candy
let’s blast into space and race around like airplanes
spreading multicolored chem-trails, soda pop and acid rain

Feels so neat! Never wanna be myself again, I just wanna be SW—E—ET!
Feels so fun! Never wanna come back down…

Goodbye to heartbreak on my birthday, annoying boys who hurt me
with all the stupid things they do and say
I can’t even remember, what I was so upset for
Spun sugar melts in water anyway

So no more crying, dry those tears, I’ll end your pain
Soon you’ll feel the cherry syrup running through your veins
Heaven is a grinning face with not a trace of shame
Take a taste of every flavour, favour anything but plain

Feels so neat! Never wanna be myself again, I just wanna be SW—E—ET!
Feels so fun! Never wanna come back down….

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phemiec:

A Beta Kids Christmas song, to celebrate reaching 5,000 followers. Happy Holidays, you guys rock. <3

Download at Soundcloud Source.

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You call me down for Christmas cake
Although that’s not a thing, I sigh
but I take a plate, I take a bite
and the look that you give me is heavy with pride

You bring me sticks that you find in the wild 
and I count every one and then hang them 
over the fire with patterns of wire and bow 
then we roll on the carpet and howl in the snow

There is a place that I’m home
In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands
there is a face that I know
and wherever it is I find that my Christmas isn’t cold

You wake me up by dumping presents 
on my bed and forcing my head 
into a hat that’s red and white, 
then it’s up to the roof for a snowball fight

You get the brandy and offer me some 
although we both know I’m too young 
and when I refuse you’re amused then pass out 
so I turn on the reruns and watch them with you on the couch

There is a place that I’m home
In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands
there is a face that I know
and wherever it is I find that my Christmas isn’t cold
that my Christmas isn’t cold

It’s the end of the day and it’s way too late 
but I log in just to say “Hi!”
What’s up? What did you get? What was your Christmas like?

There is a place that I’m home
In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands
there is a face that I know
and wherever it is I find that my Christmas isn’t cold
my Christmas isn’t cold (x6)
Ho, ho, ho…home.

phemiec:

A short, dark, lullaby from Alpha Rose and Alpha Dave’s POV. Gorgeous track art by Faun-Songs.

Download at Soundcloud Source. 

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I’ll leave you my bottles, babe 
Ill wrap them in wool and lay 
them down in your crib 
I’ll miss what might have been 

I’ll leave you my swords and shades 
I’ll put all my good into one place 
and ironys aftertaste 
will rock to you sleep, my babe 

When you watch what we made for you 
when you see what we gave for you 
when you read between the lines you’ll find 
We waited our lives for you 

But in seconds my time will end 
I count every breath my friend 
and when space invades again 
we’ll light the way, my baby 

so when the light catches blade 
when the time comes, do not be afraid 
follow the path we’ve made 
follow the path we’ve made 

~

phemiec:

Some simple, angsty RufiohxHoruss (AKA “Nacho Ship”) filk. Just wanted to contribute. :)

Download at Soundcloud source.

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Do you remember being nobodies, discovering nothing was not that bad 
when shared as a pair, both lost and long suffering, hiding in a frightening land

And do you remember feeling that anger, yet so much love and “for what?” you wondered 
and now there’s no wondering, the wrong nervous muttering, no magic left at all

but I remember leaning against a backwards bent wing 
and awaking to feel that your touch didn’t sting 
when everything was wrong, I made so many mistakes 
and you helped me make them, but with presence and patience

all those wrong, awful, wild, amazingly childish decisions

I take a breath, and I know I’ve got to turn the final page 
but is our story really done yet? I guess I’m still afraid

But do you remember, just being honest, little bright moments of peace in the trees 
now it takes so much work to be with you, I’d say that I miss you, but for that you’d have to leave

but I remember once forever seemed too short a time 
though not long enough for me to make up my mind 
I would’ve thought eternity would eventually make me wise 
Enough to choose a side, not just linger undecided 
Why do I feel changed when we both have stayed the same 
it feels like something’s different, some ache too big to name 
When everything is endless and you’re nineteen yet again 
and you’re never flawed enough but you keep on pretending

wanting that desperate, “forget me not/do you love me yet?” ending

but there’s no ending. There’s nobody. Just two nobodies.

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phemiec:

Kurloz/Meulin filk. Track art by the incredibly talented Nicholanton.

Download at Soundcloud Source

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I said a word 
it got caught in my throat, and it burned 
slipped off my tongue and I choked, 
you were concerned for a second 
then cries echoed into the night, lesson learned 

because you heard a word 
that I said, and this word how it rang 
in your head, it was loud and glorious, yes 
and from where you lay on my chest 
well, you heard it best 

but you held me closely while I screamed 
and I watched the thinnest trails of green 
run down your neck, and drip from your chin 
thin trails of green, thin lines, on gray skin 

Thin lines on gray skin 
Thin lines on gray skin 
where the world ends that’s were we begin 
my thin line, my thin line 

I said a word 
was it a blessing or curse? 
Nobody knows the whole story, 
nobody hears me but you 
and you would have heard more if you could have I’m sure 

because you heard my word, 
you still do with your hands, eyes and rest of you too 
little stray on my lap, zealot, hellcat 
can’t forgive what I did to my dream-maker, 
(has thou forsaken her?) 

And if you knew what I knew, would you object? 
Are we madmen or soothsayers? Truthfully, sweet heretic? 
I bit off the bit that silenced the world for you, sewed up my sin 
With thin threads of black, thin lines on gray skin 

Thin lines on gray skin 
Thin lines on gray skin 
when the world ends, that’s where our work begins 
my thin line, my thin line

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phemiec:

Bramblepatch got me curious so I put my song “Little Clown” into the Wubmachine and I think I accidentally channelled satan.

A collection of some words and phrases you can hear in this remix.

“Think fast, Motherf-“

“HUSSIE HUSSIE HUSSIE HUSSIE”

“My friends aren’t all alive”

“Butts butts butts butts (etc.)”

…Possibly more, I think I even heard a “Slenderman” in there at one point…

So yeah I’ve been playing with Wubmachine.

Have a totally unnecessary dubstep remix of I Am An Island.

My deepest apologies to PhemieC.

phemiec:

Simple, sleepy Davesprite filk. Just to get the idea out of my head…

Download at Soundcloud Source.

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You were called like a curtain, split like a second, broken like a sword stuck in a rock 
forged for a hero, birthed forth for a heart much purer than his/mine/ours. 
It’s uncertain when the tables turned, but when all of your brothers have given their lives 
for the strife you earned, you will get burned and it wont get better when put on ice.

And I wasn’t going anywhere fast, and my sister said she’d seen the end of my path. 
The direction that I fly, straight through the eye of our aftermath.

And you have to ignore it, don’t think about before, you’ve got enough fight inside to fill five world wars. 
It’s just a game, just another cause, you’re a switch and I’m a cog and last thing we need is another broken clock. 
So forget about your ghost limbs and all those things that scared you most as a child of 12. 
You see I’m 13 now, and if I die for the thousandth time, I’m unafraid, for I outnumber hell.

And I wasn’t going anywhere good, so I straightened my glasses and I did what I could 
What I had to but damn it’s hard not to look back at the time.

But I wasn’t going anywhere fast, so I said goodbye to walking my own path. 
The direction that I fly, straight through the eye of our aftermath.

What makes us who we are, is it our bones? 
wrapped in all our scars, they’re ours alone 
they outweigh tails and talons, feathers, foam 
unless they’re not, unless they don’t.

You were called like a curtain, split like a second, broken like a sword stuck in a rock.

~

phemiec:

Returning to my roots with some simple acoustic Scourge Sister filk from Terezi’s POV. 

Download at Soundcloud scource.

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You cause nothing but trouble wherever you burn. You’re the sunlight in my open eyes, but I wont go blind today. 
Cause when liars lead minds with their wiles and clever distractions, I see through them 
And I’ve got experience dealing with repeat offenders, they swing from my branches, like unripened fruit, found wanting when weighed. 
With all of the evidence finally laid out in front of me, I can almost taste 
a confession, a confession.

So if the court would stay quiet for only a second, I’m pleased to make my case, and tell my story 
but wait just a moment I’m passing a motion, I also am the judge, and the jury 
You should worry, you should worry.

Where are you leading us? all is malodorous evil 
The reddest of herrings is wearing a worrying scent 
You ask if I’m serious why am I acting so gleeful? 
What do I want? Should you rather absond or repent?

Absond or repent? Settle the score? 
No lawyer needs a spider in their corner shredding documents for sport.

Now, deciding your fate is no simple matter because part of me knows that I would miss you 
but you’re so complicated, I couldn’t pin you down, and now you’re becoming an issue. 
Little thief on the run, I’m a witch hunt of one, and the very first question I’ll ask in your interrogation 
was all of it, everything, just one big game? And if so was it luck of the throw, your misrepresentation? 
And subsequent incrimination, incrimination.

While I was dreaming I learned a brand new way of seeing 
from a fetus, a mother, but also a beast and a ghost 
you ask if I’m kidding, you’re having a hard time believing 
“Am I villain or victim? Why can’t I be neither, or both?”

Neither or both? It’s either/or. 
It’s not multiple choice you stupid girl. Why don’t you break that magic eight ball, and give a coin a whirl?

Give a coin a whirl. Give into the law. Confess, you silly girl.

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Have I mentioned I love all of PhemieC’s music because I do

phemiec:

A breezy, experimental fansong about the post-scratch kids. Poor babies. <3

Download at SoundCloud source.

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I am an island, no man is an island but me 
I reach out my leaves, and skillfully touch them to sea 
I ship out a boat made of hope on the waves and watch as it slips below 
I am an island, a island that nobody knows

I am an island, no man is an island but I’m not a man 
I was raised by an ocean of creatures and brands 
I give what I can of, the fruits and flowers that bloom on my skin 
But when loneliness knocks, she lets herself in

Islands don’t sink, the water just rises around us 
Just think, someone out there is watching the stars 
but they’re not the same as ours, some say they’re already dead, 
and the light’s only on in your head.

I am an island, no man is an island but me, 
I warm all my sands by the pyre of my family tree 
I took to the tundra, I climb every mountain and fight every monster I can 
to run from that long burning fire, my friend

I am an island, no man is an island but I’m not a man 
And messages in bottles feel like battering rams 
In my head I’m a beacon, a pinprick of potential, birthed out of nothing but blue 
And the light that I signal, it’s shining for you

Islands of love, we just want somebody to touch us 
Just ‘cause we are distant doesn’t mean we are lost 
we are where we are, and whenever a visitor docks 
and is stranded, it means we are not

you and I have something in common, I will try to share my island 
you and I are sinking in tandem, miles apart in every direction 
You and I are treading this current, both of us are doomed for certain 
you and I are our own now, maybe we’ll wash up on solid ground

You and I are Islands x4

Islands of fate, lately I feel the tides shifting 
They’re bringing us closer together to stay 
The waters are rippling, a new world is taking it’s shape 
and tonight, our Pangaea awaits

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Oh wow. Perfection.

phemiec:

Oh geeze. A while ago I wanted to enter the homestuck music contest, then I realized the type of music I make and the type of music Hussie likes are, to put it lightly, not very similar. But I still had the idea for Aradia and all her clones singing an Andrews Sisters style, creepy accapella thing so I…made a rough of it anyway. 

Yeah…not sure why I’m sharing except if I weren’t me I’d want me to post it. Unfortunately I am me, so…dang.

Yes. Hell yes. Hell fucking yes.