The Many Ghosts of Murr — 2 years ago(December 10, 2023 07:33 PM)

Also I love Jesus even though I might be possessed by a demon
But 4real, waiting to finish mixing while a friend adds vocals, and I'm stoned and my dearest Quinn postponed our engagement, alas, so now ya'll are my narcissistic outlet whilst my brain works to restructure the day and I wait for my other dearest, Colleen, to stop being autistic and record some **** (like, babe, i know the danglies are fun but stop being retarded), so whatever. Yeah. Vocals need lowering, more de-esser, tighten timpani, the bridge needs all sorts of work… what else? (Obvz stoned, obvz ranting, shhhh…)
Miley posts lyrics, so…
V1
Up three flights of stairs
And her bedroom’s a mess
Of vision boards, vintage cards
And on the floor, her dress
C1
Here’s Madame Lash
She’s total trash
Ah, man, you don’t even gotta ask
Just text her and ETA or where you’re at
And there’s Madame Lash
V2
Oh yeah, as one might suspect
There’s some trickery to it all
With how the marionette stays sprawled
While all the puppeteers revolve
And from this web of red string
Lachesis pulls from her bobbins
What creatures might drink
From the springs of her fingers?
C2
Like Ogden Nash
I’m gonna bring back the lash
Man, what some might say is brutal
Others would say’s long overdue, so…
Here’s Madame Lash
V3(1)
Cassandra smiled with a fire for her light
Stroked the cheekbone of some skull
And burned incense in its eyes
“Man, to be cursed is just the consequence
Of skinning their hide
And wearing it with too much style
Babe, ****ing right”
V3(2)
“The incantations I compose
Are transposed for each host
There’s no magic to it; it’s just show
No one really gets that close”
C3
Here’s Madame Lash
She gave us all a good thrash
You know she means it when you see her eyes flash
Ah, babe, is that where we’re at?
B
And as she observed each door
She thought all four lions
And wondered if any were tame
And Helene, as once dreamed
Shook her fur of the rain
Painted claws peridot
Unthought all shame
C4
Here’s Madame Lash
She wears moons as masks
Collaged heron plumes bloom from her casque
Here’s Madame Lash