
I did a thing.
(And by a thing, I mean I covered Connie Converse’s Honeybee because it’s such a lovely song. It’s one of those hypothetical lullabies I would sing for my hypothetical/probably future children.)

I did a thing.
(And by a thing, I mean I covered Connie Converse’s Honeybee because it’s such a lovely song. It’s one of those hypothetical lullabies I would sing for my hypothetical/probably future children.)

(maybe I should make the tag 4am songs.)
(because i fell asleep before i could post it. oops.)
(the consequence of sounds // regina spektor.)

I Don’t Care Much from Cabaret.
Again, it’s almost four in the morning, I’m exhausted, and I can’t sleep.
Paper Ships by Dead Man’s Bones; or, in which I am my own a capella group.
(This song is brought to you by the word insomnia and the program Garage Band. I think the funniest part of this song is the second voice on the doodoodeedooos. It’s me, but with a male voice… and I happen to think I sound damn good as a guy. But that is closely followed by the part where I pretend to be a musical saw. A veryveryvery high pitched saw.)

And now, for something completely different.
Singing a French song because today is my French final! (I was trying not to lose it the entire time because my cat is a dork. That is all.)
Les Champs-Élysées // Joe Dassin
No Surprises (by Radiohead) covered by me.

La Vie en Rose by Édith Piaf.
Sometimes I sing to myself.
(Sometimes it even makes me feel a little better.)

“Moon River” from Breakfast at Tiffany’s, because I woke up with this song stuck in my head.