Hey everyone! This fall has been a busy, music filled/inspired time for me and I can’t wait to share some of the stuff I’ve been working on. Unfortunately, I’ve had less time to focus on my poetry/prose but I’ve been lucky enough to be featured as a writer on a couple of poetry websites, which is pretty cool! I’ve actually started reading more and would love any recommendations!
Although I’m not ready to share all of my new music, I did want to post a song I wrote/phone recorded yesterday titled “bitch.” You ever have those days/weeks/months where it seems like every interaction with someone else turns into a negative incident? Well, this song results from a few specific recent events of feeling this way. It’s funny how therapeutic screaming obscenities and playing guitar can be. So I hope you enjoy my ironically angry and slightly hungover little ditty. WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
I love to sing but it’s even more fun jamming with my boyfriend Tim Coughlin Jr. We had a lazy day yesterday of coffee and music. I hope you enjoy 🙂
If you would like to check out more of his music: https://timcoughlinjr.bandcamp.com/
Happy Wednesday! Here is a rough recording (cellphone mics for the win!) of a song that I wrote called Found You. Enjoy ❤
band’s official, we have a website!
Please check it out and let me know what you think! 😄✌️ New music to be uploaded soon.
hey everyone, thank you for listening to getscarce! we added a clip of what’s to come and we’re excited to share it! We have a show this Saturday and it would mean a lot to us to hear your feedback. Have a great week!
Have you ever heard that there is never enough time in the day? Totally feeling that but in a good way. 2014 brought many changes, including incorporating writing into music, and here we are launching off into a new year.
Happy New Year everyone!
i am the crow
My tears fall down
Draining my soul
as I think it does
What can be said about
the monsters of this land;
From a time before we were
promised the mystical “everything”
and nothing but a happy ending?
My tongue’s cut out and
wrapped up in bloodstained linen
My eyes sewn shut while
my wrists are bound tight together
I tried, Dear Child
to stay alive long enough
But there are those who
choose to be the wiser
of this world
Sacrificing it all for the
perfect escape from truth
Blinded by expectations of brightness
while we all drown in the light;
begging for blackness
The power lies within the
weight of our pockets and
not within the weightlessness
of our minds.
I am grateful for the many faces of humility ❤