Handwritten lyrics, intentionally messy, potentially including alternate lyrics or verses, or words not fully legible. Trust me, lyrics clearly written turn into mediocre poetry. But this is the closest you'll come. Heavy paper in nice ink, though you can choose. Messy handwriting, professional presentation. Not a print. Happy to frame or laminate for additional cost.
You can ask for any customization, i.e. paper, size, color, artistic flexibility/messiness, the words I whisper before sealing in envelope and telling address to pigeon, etc...
Options: - I pick the song (default, can be from album) - You request specific song (0.50 cents extra)
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
A real professionally printed CD, includes free download code for digital copy, and potentially unreleased hidden demos (apologies in advance... and you're welcome?) You can hold a Compact Disc up to an old radio and I think it just works. But yeah just a CD with packaging that folds open and is beautiful to behold. Includes additional art (initial version has no insert or lyrics unless initial demand for it; might be a surprise inside some of them, randomly chosen).
Includes unlimited streaming of If I'm Not Struck By Lightning
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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edition of 40
When I started I was laughing.
I've, I've run away from every Internet fight that's been waged in my name.
And I forgive them slow
'cause I want them to know all the things that I know
That's quite enough of this feeling of being alive,
I guess I'll try something harmful to put in my mind.
Always hang onto your sins, they're what whistle through the hatch when your heart is unhinged.
There's a song, at the back of my throat, and I think it's the worst song that I ever wrote.
While you copy with broken fingers, their rule of thumb,
Well Christ could die a thousand times before my sins are done.
You're hurting your case with your reasons for acting so dumb.
How many times I must we be reminded the end's not yet begun?
But I was never as strong as I thought, I understandably will not just accept what I fought.
I'm an affiliate of all that you wrought, on the outskirts of the blossom in the bosom of our plot.
I was impossible to please, but I'll judge you with all that I've got,
from out here on the rocks.
And I'll bleed you with the disembodied claws of all the crawfish we'd caught.
I whisper, This is just a folk song, just a howl; just some story disemboweled on the cross of some stage.
And no these are just chords in decay, they're always just the same, the same thoughts rearranged.
I think this corduroy's hiding the dust that keeps shadowing me, (I keep feeling something).
Who's to blame, for the words all the same, for the laws of the game, and the build and the crash
on the minor and fade.
I was impossible to catch, cause I blend with the radio waves;
You can always see the brave.
I've been a stranger so long, it's a line from a folk song.