11/24/2020> Hear's "Colony Cullapse," the last single in anticipation of the 3rd Sound ƒuries album—Herd of Birds, which will be released 12/24/2020. Available on Bandcamp, SoundCloud, Spotify, etc. Video + lyrics below...        


 

Colony Cullapse

the choir sings
"cullapsing colony"
the choir sings
"cullapsing colony"

the bee she dreamed enuff for a lifetime
(1 + 1 for all)
drilling holes to fill our brain
(in trephinating cascades)
a reign of brood came crashing from the sky
(from comet tales)
from higher up then u kin name
(ripping a page from the book)

drizzling down on dandelion leaves
(the greens taste clean)
the world a buzz in handholding machines

patched together to cobble a collective hole
(pieced from the whole)
spiraling down in bait + switch
(the earthworm writhes on the hook)
the fuse is lit, the unseen dream foretold
(who could predict?)
the snake eats its one tale w/o a hitch
(each piece grows a new heart)

the fallow fields regrow w/ wildflowers
(dazed poppies in bloom)
the world ripped anew in regenerating genes

the ebbing spins a web in the delta's mouth
(from hear to de-Nile)
"flow" spells "wolf" in the moon's riverse
(in the wax + wane)
the smell of napthalene won't save us now
(from the underwear drawer)
our mothers clothes decay to dirt
(tilled w/ sweat + toil)

as fathers fumble for their flies to preach
(keep the kids outta reach)
bumbling diatribes of birds + bees d-zzz

the choir sings
"cullapsing colony"


10/24/2020> Hear is "Novus Ordo Seclorum," another single from the 3rd Sound ƒuries album—Herd of Birds, which will be released 12/24/2020. Available on Bandcamp, SoundCloud, Spotify, etc. Video + lyrics below...        

 

 

Novus Ordo Seclorum

the birds bring us to kneel
in unchartered fields
before the river takes us to see

the onely thing that's reel
is the hard glassy feel
as u slam into the pain

to be herd
not seen
ostrich-sized
skin deep
walled in
to isolate
self-driving cars
deliver eggs
obsolescence
uv city streets
obey
can't u see?

kin u feel the impressions of feathered friends?

the hail on the skylight
reminds us to breathe
the potential diffrence between
what's supplied + what's resieved

from cloud to ground
the charge comes top-down

whips crack
horses nay
saddles creak
police state
the gavel drops
d-fence rests
the hole world
under house arrest
welcome to novus ordo seclorum

is this the biginning of the end?
augured from the owls
what do the howls portend?

blood runs blue in the veins
until exposed to the reins
ever since he downed the cherry tree
file it under profitsea

it puts the chokehold on our nape
rapes the self-fulfilling yoke from the hero's cape

gun-steel turns to rust
in Dogs we trust
the leash

reverse the rites
the right to arm bears
yield to a congress of ravens
welcome to post-humun novus ordo seclorum

 

9/24/2020> Hear is "Totem #9," another single from the 3rd Sound ƒuries album—Herd of Birds, which will be released 12/24/2020. Available on Bandcamp, SoundCloud, Spotify, etc. Video + lyrics below...        

 

 

Totem #9

we found a blue hatchet buried in dandelion weeds
who's to say coyote don't do good deeds?

we let it slip further down in the folds
evil is also in the eye that beholds

even if a tree never even falls
sum 1's bound to claim they herd it all

please sir, kin we have back our yellow ball?
y'all don't need no wall

we beseech u police not to be besieged
no 1's free 'til every 1 else is free

kin u look past your uniform
to the suit y'all wore when u were nuborn

badge or flag don't mean u kin beat us black + blue
no 1 kin take your childhood away from u

when the bruise heals it shines yellow + green
a black eye in the mirror sees past what's being seen
doubly conscious as coined by W. E. B. Du Bois
the hickory tree don't see but can here the saw

same wood used for axe or baton
hurry the batch to keep hurrying on

police sir, kin we have back our yellow ball?
y'all don't need no wall

we'll play your game if u level the field
we won't ride no bus w/ u at the wheel

finders keepers
losers weepers
winner winner
chicken dinner

wood u hear the shot herd round the whirled
if the ball curves foul?


8/24/2020> Hear is "Mare," an early single from the 3rd Sound ƒuries album—Herd of Birds, which will be released 12/24/2020. Available on Bandcamp, SoundCloud, Spotify, iTunes, etc. Video + lyrics below...        

 

 

Mare*

the sea
like a blanket on the globe
she rolls on the beach to meat me
put my feet under + pull the blankets over
+ let her mystery keep me

the waves wash away the pain
over + over again

so deep + heavy
so cold + yet so warm
her voice just keeps on going
the sea is forever
as long as we will know
her silence just keeps on rolling

she is timeless
she is breath
she is the cycle
she is death

i remember gliding in a boat blown by the wind
sliding across your skin
on an i-land almost floating
resting in her hands
we'll eat coconuts, limes + clams

the waves wash away the shells
+ turn them into bells

so beautyful u looked
w/ onely the light of the moon
+ your skin tempered the lashes

sumthing filled the air
a buzzing steady glow
the fire flickered as
the wind blew the ashes


*"Mare" was originally recorded 30+ years ago as "Skin" by unknown artist (the instrumental ½ of Sound ƒuries)

 


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