Cecily falls from the Sky Tower into HELL (or, "Falling Down Part 3")

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Cecily falls from the Sky Tower into HELL (or, "Falling Down Part 3")

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The lead single from The MIDI Bunny Album or, "Songs to Hurt Others." Coming out in Summer 2024. The MIDI Bunny Album is a concept album about two artists and their making of a masterpiece, the aftermath of which goes terribly wrong.

MIDI Bunny is:

Cecily Renns - composition, vocals, lyrics, arrangement, midi programming

Biddy Fox - guitar, bass, vocals, lyrics, arrangement, mixing, mastering

InkyFirefly - vocals, sax solo

Stomach Book - vocals

Socks RIley Bushytail - voice

Lyrics:

[I. Cecily Cardew, or: "Hard Cider Drink It At A Stoplight"]

Cecily:

At the bus stop

I check the time

And the sun sets

Are you just now waking up?

Forgotten love

Heartbroken

I'm alone again

You were there

Telling me that you know what it's like

Unbridled suicide

And our meeting was a fate/faith of chance

If I never clicked on that bright pink hue

I might not have had you

Someone I trust

Someone I love

I think she was always hiding in plain sight

You were by my side

So can we start a band?

You can play the bass, I'll write

You can call me bunny all night (NOTE: not sex)

Bitter caffeine

Sound of glass cracking

That is what it means to write a pretty song

Just like the setting dawn

You're the only person who can hear me

You're the most important person in my life

And I'm so terrified

Revitalize my life

Don't have to tell me it's alright

If you'll stay by my side

I might not ever wanna die

In 20 years, it took my whole life

Making my way through onto you

[II. Beatrix Angelica, or: "Two Kittens Speak Peace"]

Biddy:

A surreal alignment of fate

You came down stairs to check if I still exist

And there's noise, and there noise

I wanna fall asleep and see you there when I'm up

So you were here some day

Barged into my life

And I can love you, not save you

We need to get out

And we're a fox in a roadkill

We're the prey in the dark

And if the sea overtakes us

We'll sail in an arc/ark

I saw you in a dream

We'll do it together

I know what you mean

Yeah, fight through the weather

I wish I could have helped

Let's do it together

Be anybody else

All tarred and now tethered

I'll follow till the end

We'll do it together

You know you're my best friend

Yeah, fight through the weather

You may not be the best

Let's do it together

But you always know the rest

All tarred and now tethered

(Revitalize a life

Please tell me you are there

I still don't think it's fair

We're a colourful being)

(Change a different life

I'm never gonna sleep

You know I always weep

And you knew it and you did it)

[III. The Bad Arts, or: "Go Serve Realness, Pilgrim"]

Biddy:

"hey, um, i know this past year's been rough for you..."

"i'm always here if you need someone to talk to, okay?..."

Cecily:

Your love is a conquest

My love is a fever

Any love will do, any at all.

I wanted you

I wanted to fall

Predisposed to being callous

I swear I didn't mean it

these predestined things

Falling like they're dominoes

Tumble down to me

Falling into hell

Rather write my masterpiece

You are first to read

[IV. Shisouhan, or: "Performance of the Trans Younger Sister Choir"]

Cecily:

Speaker, I wrote a song today, to hurt myself. It’s simple, really. Instead of sharpening my fangs, I leave a scar in my heart with my words. They say everything is allowed in love and war, but it is also allowed in art. People say my art is good for being honest, but I don't want it to be; I want to make art to make their stomachs lurch. The only good kind of art is that which makes one feel something. The only good art is a drug, a poison. I want to inflict pain on others so that they feel something ugly or beautiful. If that means hurting others, that’s what I would do. They say you'd only want to hurt someone you love. They say you have to love someone to hurt them. I will not bite my tongue: I want to write a story to hurt you.

Choir:

Stay tough, angelorum