Threadbare Doesn’t Mean Gone #PlushiePandemic🧸
Lo-fi folk, slow tempo, fragile vocals, ambient textures, bittersweet tone, Male childlike vocal, whispery and trembling
Haddeubal·2:58
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Threadbare Doesn’t Mean Gone #PlushiePandemic🧸
Lo-fi folk, slow tempo, fragile vocals, ambient textures, bittersweet tone, Male childlike vocal, whispery and trembling
Creator: HaddeubalRelease Date: March 26, 2025
Lyrics
© Haddeubal. All rights reserved.
Respect the craft. Support the real.
To join this project, all you have to do is make a song, any style, any lyrics, but it MUST include plushies in some way (preferably about a plushie version of yourself, but anything works!) Then you have to make the cover art a plushie version of your avatar/character that you feature as yourself on this site! Finally, add #PlushiePandemic to your song title and make it public!
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Pour rejoindre ce projet, tout ce que vous avez à faire est de faire une chanson, n’importe quel style, n’importe quelle parole, mais il DOIT inclure des peluches d’une manière ou d’une autre (de préférence à propos d’une version en peluche de vous-même, mais tout fonctionne !) Ensuite, vous devez faire en sorte que la pochette soit une version en peluche de votre avatar/personnage que vous mettez en avant comme vous-même sur ce site ! Enfin, ajoutez #PlushiePandemic au titre de votre chanson et rendez-la publique !
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He hugs me close when the door gets loud
Tucks me deep like I can shroud
The thunder in the kitchen light
Their voices rise, his hands stay tight
I’m thread and fuzz, not much to wield
But I would fight, if I was real
He says my name, I’ve none to say
I just lie still and hope he’ll stay
There’s ketchup stains upon my ear
His tears dry slow, they disappear
But he still talks like I can hear
“Can you fix them, if you’re near?”
I tried to stand when the glass broke wide
Rolled off the bed, I really tried
But button eyes don’t scare the storm
And stitched-up arms don't keep you warm
He dreams of running far with me
To places where the yelling stops
But even in those dreams he shakes
And holds me like I’m all he’s got
I saw him draw us in a boat
He wrote our names, we stayed afloat
But Mama screamed and slammed the sink
And Dad threw words too sharp to think
He hides me deep beneath his coat
Says, “don’t you leave,” like I could go
But I’m just fluff, I break, not bend
And I can’t stitch what won’t mend
Still, I stay.
Even stuffed things know
You never walk away.
Respect the craft. Support the real.
To join this project, all you have to do is make a song, any style, any lyrics, but it MUST include plushies in some way (preferably about a plushie version of yourself, but anything works!) Then you have to make the cover art a plushie version of your avatar/character that you feature as yourself on this site! Finally, add #PlushiePandemic to your song title and make it public!
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Pour rejoindre ce projet, tout ce que vous avez à faire est de faire une chanson, n’importe quel style, n’importe quelle parole, mais il DOIT inclure des peluches d’une manière ou d’une autre (de préférence à propos d’une version en peluche de vous-même, mais tout fonctionne !) Ensuite, vous devez faire en sorte que la pochette soit une version en peluche de votre avatar/personnage que vous mettez en avant comme vous-même sur ce site ! Enfin, ajoutez #PlushiePandemic au titre de votre chanson et rendez-la publique !
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He hugs me close when the door gets loud
Tucks me deep like I can shroud
The thunder in the kitchen light
Their voices rise, his hands stay tight
I’m thread and fuzz, not much to wield
But I would fight, if I was real
He says my name, I’ve none to say
I just lie still and hope he’ll stay
There’s ketchup stains upon my ear
His tears dry slow, they disappear
But he still talks like I can hear
“Can you fix them, if you’re near?”
I tried to stand when the glass broke wide
Rolled off the bed, I really tried
But button eyes don’t scare the storm
And stitched-up arms don't keep you warm
He dreams of running far with me
To places where the yelling stops
But even in those dreams he shakes
And holds me like I’m all he’s got
I saw him draw us in a boat
He wrote our names, we stayed afloat
But Mama screamed and slammed the sink
And Dad threw words too sharp to think
He hides me deep beneath his coat
Says, “don’t you leave,” like I could go
But I’m just fluff, I break, not bend
And I can’t stitch what won’t mend
Still, I stay.
Even stuffed things know
You never walk away.