Chaz Keats

Aphrodite in bed sheets.
Persephone fallen into my arms.
20.
Professional collector
of dreams and other oddities.
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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.)

Such Great Heights a cappella.

(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.

Buckeye Jim by Burl Ives.
My grama used to sing this to me when I was little. 

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.

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