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
"One could do worse than to be a swinger of birches."
"...who has only at heart your getting lost"
It's late in the evening, you'll be just get getting home
You'll see the slip of paper that I taped to your door.
I know you are broken like a birch at her base
You must've known I was never meant for this place.
When traveling alone, you've got to strip to the bone
And leave your memories locked up at home.
I don't even know who I am on these roads.
I forgot where my home was, as the nights were growing warm,
And I slept in the dirt until my jacket was torn.
I was somewhere up north where the sky never smiles,
I recall that I haven't seen tracks in awhile.
Or when traveling alone, you've got just one song to own,
To sing over and out through your throat.
You've got to speak with somebody to stay afloat.
We all fall down heavy
Under just another day
And we've grown calloused hands and feet
And there are blisters on our brains.
Like branches, in an ice storm, we pray.
Oh I wish I could've been there when the birches let down light
When fools with aces in their sleeves are quoted in the bible
But now it's all wrapped in plastic and I'm searching for air,
God knows I was never gonna find it in there.
Or when traveling alone, you hide your secrets in your coat.
And you wander 'till you wander astray.
Duck your head and shut your eyes
Cause all we can do is pray.