Herd of Birds is the 3rd album by Sound ƒuries, released 12/24/20. Available on Bandcamp (+ vinyl LP), Amazon, Apple, etc. or stream on SoundCloud, YouTube + Spotify, etc. Videos/lyrics below w/ links to bloggy liner notes for each track.
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
rivers run red w/ washed hands
the sands of time land-lock airspace
the ceilings fall in the face of it all
the smell of inmate's personal hells
kamikaze curves
who nose when or witch way the wind blows
6 feet as the crow flies
a grave of ravenous rats unearthed
the crumbling walls of dirt + debris
the decaying cry of hollowed greed
a walled garden approach
lampshade pets see onely blue sky
necks severed clean from bodily function
the junction of rivers + land riversed
a hued grief
cries wolf
the bats shriek
a hued grief
the bows dip
the ships singk
if baysic needs ain't guaranteed
bodies rise to seize back seeds
cancer crabs will storm the beach +
bait + switch in autoimmune d-zzz
mangrove swamps harbor mood swings
Egon Schiele died in 1918
3 dayzzz after his wife died
6-month pregnant w/ influenza
tormented hands play contorted organs
the floating fleets set sail for Plymouth
100 years after inquisition
the Armada rooted in restless box-springs
connect the dots from bone to bloodstream
invisible, they never knew what hit them
history ripeats
every day the same ol' story
every century
every war dawns robes of tyrants deposed
the picture fades to cellulose souls
lost in the folds
found in an Oldsmobile
originul wheels
d-tailed by the same machine
that shines your shoes
chalk it up to
automation blues
choose life over death
but it’s all in the choice
which brand of shoes
boot-strapping the beam
that split the seam
shedding light in between
the lines’s drawn in the sand
by the same hand that draws the curtains in the end
then ushers us to the concession stand
J.J. stuck in his thumb + pulled out a plum
tasted what he set out to taste
Earnest fired a gun at tissue paper
+ it bounced back in his face
100 years ago the last picture show self-ignited its one negative
the nitrate emulsion self-imploded the ocean, land + sky w/ it
from past blasphemy
we can’t see thru the trees
cursed by d-zzz
heresy is hearsay
hearsay is heresy
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
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
no 1 wins dressed as Elvis
10,000 swam thru kelp forests
the fans were told not to save us
a chorus sang “this is hell”
we smelt gunpowder ice cream
+ Nobel takes the caked on
results off the back of a cereal box
sumping’s fishy, an off-kilter kettle
cast of black metal using the lost wax methud
witch 1 added chlorine?
off the shore of Moss Landing
as deep as Grand Cañon
dilooting the waves
resinants still bleeds
visine hides the wrath of grapes
distilled in wine
Sheephead are black, white + red
when dead + hard-boiled
in vinegar + oil
w/ a pinch of sea salt
+ coal-mined canaries
in kind for cowries
+ canned w/ sardines
